Long Line Of Losers by Kevin Fowler
Long Line Of Losers by Kevin Fowler

Long Line Of Losers

Kevin Fowler * Track #1 On Bring It On

Long Line Of Losers Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 porch steps
Nobody's heard from her since she hightailed

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

[Verse 2]
Daddy never finished school, but
He shot one mean game of pool
Took a bullet for stealin' cars down in Birmingham
Mama always went to church
I soon found out what her reasons were
She got caught at the local motel with the preacher man

[Chorus]
I come from long line of losers
Half outlaw, half boozer
I was born with a shot glass in my hand
I'm part hippie, a little red neck
I'm always a suspect
My bloodline made me who I am
Oh yeah

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

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