The Losin Kind

            e|-0--0----0----------------------------------------------------------------| B|-0--0----0----------------------------------------------------------------| G|-1--1h2--1----------------------------------------------------------------| D|-2--2----2----------------------------------------------------------------| A|-2--2----2----------------------------------------------------------------| E|-0--0----0----------------------------------------------------------------| My name is Frank Davis drive a Dixie 109 I was out on Highway 17 just south of Camden Line It was down there in the heart of Wilsonville where I met my fate She was standing outside the bar room said she was waiting for a date But I knew that that was just a line And I knew I was messin’ with a losin’ kind Well I knew what we were both doing and I knew that you can’t win But when the light turned green I reached across the seat popped the lock and she slid in She said she liked Mexican music she knew a place if I had the time Well we had a few drinks and we danced a while I pulled her close she didn’t mind And what I knew kinda slipped my mind And I couldn’t resist her messin’ with a losin’ kind Well we drove around in my Buick getting drunk and having fun Well we ended up at this Best Western out on Highway 101 It was around 3 a.m. we went out to this empty little road side bar It was there the cash register was open   It was there I hit that guy to hard But I knew when I hit him for the second time That one attracts the other when you’re the losin’ kind  <i>Solo:</i> e|-2h4p2h4--4--6--7--7--7--7--7--6-----7-7-7-6--4---2/4---------------------| B|--------------------------------------------------------------------------| G|--------------------------------------------------------------------------| D|--------------------------------------------------------------------------| A|--------------------------------------------------------------------------| E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------| e|-7-6-4---7-6-4------------------------------------------------------------| B|----------------6/7--6--6--4--6/7-----------------------------------------| G|--------------------------------------------------------------------------| D|--------------------------------------------------------------------------| A|--------------------------------------------------------------------------| E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------| Well I grabbed her hand to get out of there And I felt like I was gonna be sick And a half hour later the sleet started come down and that highway got pretty slick I seen some lights in my rear-view mirror I guess I panicked and gave her a gun Well then I wrapped us around a telephone pole south on Highway 101 Well she just stumbled out on to the banks And sat down in a pout Well I kicked out the driver side window but buddy when I got out Well all I had to greet me was a Highway Patrolman’s 45   He looked at the wreak and then he said "Son you’re lucky to be alive" "Well Sir I’ll think that one over if you don’t mind Now luck ain’t much good to you when it’s the losin’ kind"