Born to Lose

My gal don’t make a lot of money,
don’t make a lot of money for two
She don’t gimme no lovin’ ’cause she’s givin’ all her lovin’ to you
I can’t stop, can’t stop thinkin’ why I can’t tell her it’s through
But she won’t, wont stop messin’, won’t stop messin’ with you.

I wanna live this life,
I’m wonderin’ what I’m gonna do
‘Cause this ain’t,
ain’t no kinda lovin’,
man I’m gonna have to choose
Yeah I was born to lose
Man I was born to lose
Lord what can I do
Seems I was born to lose

I get home early in the evening been workin’ like the devil since dawn
And she ain’t, ain’t done nothin’, but layin’ ’round talkin’ on the phone
She don’t cook, clean or do the washin’, I’m workin’ my fingers to the bone
I can’t stop, can’t stop thinkin’, thinkin’ I’de be better off alone.

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I put my key, key in the ignition,
I turn it but the engine doesn’t turn
That needle’s broken off on empty,
she left it for me dry as a bone
The backseat’s got burns in the carpet,
and bottles just kickin’ ’round the floor
Busted light, banged up fender,
and a scratch on the drivers side door

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Going Home

Going back when I was three,
raisin’ all hell at my daddies knee
Never learned how to read or to write,
just cuttin’ outta class and pickin’ fights
Going back when I was twelve,
workin’ in the back room stockin’ shelves
Never did have no kinda luck,
I dunno what I’m gonna do

Going back where I belong
I’m going back where I was born
Too many years since I’ve been gone
I’m going home

About nineteen I met you,
with your big long legs and your high heeled shoes
This town it was hit or miss,
you were down from the Gulf like a hot wet kiss
But last night in my pick up truck,
we were drivin’ all night ’till the sun came up
Where am I going to where have you been,
I just feel like I could die

Going back where I belong
I’m going back where I was born
Too many years since I’ve been gone
I’m going home

Got one last cigarette I feel like I could cry
We could, go walkin’ hand in hand down by the riverside

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Jailbait

Walkin’ down the road late at night
There’s a sweet little girl and she’s lookin’ so fine
Well I can’t take her home gotta walk the line
She’s sweet sixteen, I’m gonna lose my mind

Well that pretty little thing’s got nothin’ to do
That face and body put a spell on you
In a big El Camino just crusin’ around
Baby roll down the window and gimme a shout

Hey Hey, Man you’re just jailbait
Hey Hey, You’re lookin’ at jailbait

Well I’m on the loose no self control
That sweet soul music reachin’ down at my soul
There’s a pretty little girl in a little green top
Someone take her home man and make her stop

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Sweet little angel make you loose your mind
Just let her down easy don’t make her cry
Those lips and make up make you blow your top
Keep your foot on the pedal man, just don’t stop

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We’re All Alone in This World for Nothin’

I was dreamin’ for some hours
Just woke up and you weren’t there
And with the morning, comes the flowers
That river rolls along like the curls in your hair

‘Cause we’re all alone in this world for nothin’
Time just floats away like a bird in the air
And we all wanna feel like we’re here for something
Don’t wanna feel like we’re going nowhere

I picked you up but I can’t let you down that easy
We crossed that river just to wash our sins away
Blind Lemon he was ridin’ high on a sound as sweet as honey
Darlin’ take my hand, we ain’t goin’ back again

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Well get on up aboard that big old black freightliner
It’s headed way down south right along the Pancho Train
Or we could hitch a ride on that Greyhound to Atlanta
Those steel wheels sing a sweet song that help come take me away

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Thinkin’ ’bout you

Barbed wire layin’ on the side of the road
Poor man holdin’ a fishing pole
Strong man workin’ chuckin’ steel
Soul man workin’ for every meal
Well there ain’t no thing I’de rather do

But sit here thinkin’ ’bout you baby
Sit here thinkin’ ’bout you
Sit here thinkin’ ’bout you darlin’
Sit here thinkin’ ’bout you
Well there ain’t no thing I’de rather do
But sit here thinkin’ ’bout you baby
Sit here thinkin’ ’bout you

Flat truck carryin’ a heavy load
Man at the crossroads sellin his soul
Farmhand tearin’ across the field
Bettin’ man losing on every deal
Still ain’t no thing I’de rather do

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Well we’re all up early o a Sunday morn’
Gotta run the devil down, gotta run the devil down
On a Saturday evenin’ we can ape and clown
Give the preacher man the run around,
give the preacherman the run around
I just let you do what you wanna do

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Well sit down easy ’cause there’s somthin’ wrong
Cause the lords got mamma and your daddies gone
Well there ain’t no work on the neighbours farm
A little gin and dice never did no harm
Nothin’ in this world I would rather do

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Je suis Desole (Mark Knopfler)

We are leaving, leaving
Leaving on the tide
Come and stand beside me love
The water is so wide
You can hear the sailors calling
At the dawning of the day
Yesterday is falling, love
And je suis desole, je suis desole

Je suis desole, mais je n’ai pas le choix
Je suis desole, mais la vie me demande ca
Je suis desole, mais je n’ai pas le choix
Je suis desole, mais la vie me demande ca

I am turning, turning
From a land that I loved well
Look ahead my darling one
across the rolling swell
And you can hear the seagulls crying
As we’re slipping out of the bay
Yesterday is dying, love
And je suis desole, je suis desole

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We are sailing, sailing
For a land that’s proud and free
I had no more endurance
For what had become of me
And I will do that which I must do, love
And now we’re under way
All that I can say to you
is je suis desole

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