The Losing Kind

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[Verse]
E              A
Lost my job, I lost my money.
B7                   E
I turned my back and lost my honey.
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Lord, I guess I'm just the losing 
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kind.
E                       A
Lost my license cause I drove too 
fast.
B7                  E
Got in a game and I lost my cash.
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Lord, I guess I'm just the losing 
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kind.

[Refrain]
A                          E
Someday the cops are gonna come 
around,
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And turn me over to the lost and 
found.
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      A                    E
I was sittin' on the porch the other
 day,
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And watched the finance man drive my
B7
 car way.
E                       A
I'm too proud to crawl, I'm too weak
 to run.
B7                     E
I'd shoot myself but I lost my gun.
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Lord, I guess I'm just the losing 
E
kind.

[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
E                 A
The only way that I can win,
B7                  E
Is pick a fight and bet on him.
A                 B7              
Lord, I guess I'm just the losing 
E      E7
kind.

[Refrain]
A                          E
Someday the cops are gonna come 
around,
    B7                  E
And turn me in to the lost and 
found.
  A                      E
I just got a letter from my baby of 
mine.
      F               B7
She's in Las Vegas and she likes it 
fine.
E                      A
I bet on the horses to recoop my 
losses.
B7                      E
And lose the tickets on the winning 
horses.
A                 B7              
Lord, I guess I'm just the losing 
E
kind.