I turn my back and lost my honey
Lord I guess I’m just the losing kind
Lost my license ’cause I drove to fast
Got in a game and I lost my cash
Lord I guess I’m just the losing kind
Some day the cops are gonna come around
and turn me over to the lost and found
I was sitting on the porch the other day
and watched the finance man drive my car away
I’m too proud to crawl too weak to run
I’d shoot myself but I lost my gun
Lord I guess I’m just the losing kind
(long version includes this verse)
Well if it was a-raining dollar bills
and I was up on the highest hill
Clouds would break out and the sun would shine
The only way that I can win
Is pick a fight and bet on him
Lord I guess I’m just the losing kind
Some day the cops are gonna come around
and turn me over to the lost and found
I just got a letter from a baby of mine
She’s in Las Vegas and she likes it fine
(long version only)
I’m too proud to crawl and I’m too weak to run
I’d shoot myself but I lost my gun
Lord I guess I’m just the losing kind
(short version only)I bet on the horses to recoup my lossesand lost the tickets on the winning horses
Lord I guess I’m just the losing kind
For some odd reason there’s some other “version” of Losing Kind by Johnny Cash that’s floating around. I don’t know about it: the only two versions I have — both on The Man In Black (’52-’62) — have these lyrics. A quick search on Google comes up with lyrics that don’t match. Who knows…
