Long Line of Losers Lyrics

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 momma's front steps
Nobody's heard from her since she hightailed

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I come from a long line of losers
Half outlaw half booser
I was born with a shot gla*s in my hand
I'm part hippie a little redneck
I'm always a suspect
My blood line made me who i am.

Daddy never finished school but
He shot one mean game of pool
Took a bullet for stealing cars down in Burmingham
Momma always went to church
We soon found out what her reasons were
She got caught at the local motel with the preacher man

[Chorus]

Ahh Yeah

[Chorus}

I come from a long line of losers
yeah

Kevin Fowler - Bring It On

Sep 2007

1. Long Line of Losers
2. Feels Good, Don't It
3. Ain't Dead Yet
4. Me and the Boys
5. I Pulled A Hank Last Night
6. What's Your Point
7. Bring It On
8. Cheaper To Keep Her
9. Slow Down
10. Now You're Talkin'
11. Best Mistake I Ever Made
12. Let's Start Livin'
13. Honky Tonk Junkie