david allan coe
3 time loser
Once I tried my hand at stealing Trying to fill that empty feeling Trying hard to keep from dealing drugs I was much to young to take it  Back when it was hard to make it On the run with a gun or with a gang of thugs  Three time loser, it's all behind me now Twice I fell in love and married Thinking that the past was buried Funny how those women carried on  Swearing that our love was dying Like the weeping willow crying Through the night and every fight Until our love was gone  Freedom lost and love gone sour Losing minutes by the hour Too afraid to let my sorrow show Dying slow from too much drinking  Quitting when I started sinking To the bottom of the bottle that's too far to go