Three Time Loser

Once I tried my hand at stealing

Trying to fill that empty feeling

Trying hard to keep from dealing drugs

I was much to young to take it

Back when it was hard to make it

On the run with a gun or with a gang of thugs

Three time loser, it's all behind me now

Twice I fell in love and married

Thinking that the past was buried

Funny how those women carried on

Swearing that our love was dying

Like the weeping willow crying

Through the night and every fight

Until our love was gone

Freedom lost and love gone sour

Losing minutes by the hour

Too afraid to let my sorrow show

Dying slow from too much drinking

Quitting when I started sinking

To the bottom of the bottle that's too far to go