Long Line of Losers Songtext
von Kevin Fowler

Granddaddy was Irish Cherokee
Ran moonshine from here to Tennessee
Spent half his life in the Montgomery County jail
Grandma, she got drunk and left
All her kids on her mama′s front steps
Nobody has heard from her since she hightailed

I come from a long line of losers
Half outlaw, half boozer
I was born with a shot glass in my hand
I'm part hippie, a little redneck
I′m always a suspect
My bloodline made me who I am


Daddy never finished school
But he showed one mean game of pool
Took a bullet for stealin' cars down in Birmingham
Mama always went to church
Soon found out what her reasons were
She got caught at the local motel with preacher man

I come from a long line of losers
Half outlaw, half boozer
I was born with a shot glass in my hand
I'm part hippie, a little redneck
I′m always a suspect
My bloodline made me who I am, oh yeah

I come from a long line of losers
Half outlaw, half boozer
I was born with a shot glass in my hand
I′m part hippie, a little redneck
I'm always a suspect
My bloodline made me who I am

I come from a long line of losers
Yeah