(The Blues Means) Born to Lose

A woman leaves and a woman comes in
When the last one left I was glad she did
She left a moment before I lost my mind
No big-legged woman’s worth that much time
My daughter held me, I tried to sleep
I nodded off when finally she speaks
«You've got to remember, dad, I know that you know
Did mama ever say what she felt before she go?»
I lost a friend he fell on hard times
Ain’t no beggar in town even had one dime
They walked fifty miles to talk to the man
He said, «Don't misbehave and look happy when you can.»
Clear your throat then lower your voice
Speaking up’s just a matter of choice
Leave your job, leave your town
Throw out your shoes and crawl on the ground
I left my dog and my daughter at home
I went off to find anywhere I roam
I never once met a lady who sings the blues
I guess God never made a woman that’s born to lose
I’m stuck on an isle with cowboys and thieves
I piss in grass and I sleep in the leaves
Sometimes I think I’m the only one that’s sane
I’ll leave one day, but they’ll bring me back just the same
I drive a truck with a crane and a noose
I’ve got a cousin she’s Catholic and loose
Sometimes I just can’t tell what it all means
But I know they’ve got more in common than it seems
I drove a bus for a couple of weeks
And I lost the patterns of regular speech
And my bones themselves began to fall weak
I took the money and I bought my grave
I thought I had a few hours to save
But I fell right down, right there I lay