Losin' Kind

My name is Frank Davis, driver Dixie 109
I was out on Highway 17
Just south of the Camden line
It was down there in heart of Wilsonville
Where I met my fate
She was standing outside the barroom
Said she was waitin' for her date
But I knew that was just a line
And I knew I was messin' with the losin' kind

Well I knew what we were both doin'
And I knew that u can't win
But when the light turned green
I reached across the seat
Popped the lock and she slid in
She said she liked Mexican music
She knew a place if I had the time
Well we had a few drinks and we danced
For a while, I pulled her close
She didn't mind
And what I knew kinda slipped my mind
And I couldn't resist her messin'
With the losin' kind

Well we drove around in my Buick
Getting drunk and having fun
We ended up at the Best Western
Out on Highway 101
It was around 3: 00am, we went out
To this empty little roadside bar
It was there the cash register was open
It was there I hit that guy too hard
But I knew, when I hit him for a second time
That one attracts the other
When they're the losin' kind

Well I grabbed her hand to get out of there
And I felt like I was gonna be sick
And a half hour later
The sleet started comin'
Down and that highway it got pretty slick
I seen some lights in my review mirror
I guess I panicked and I gave her a gun
Well then I wrapped us around a
Telephone pole south on Highway 101
Well she just stumbled out onto the bank
And sat down in a pout
Well I kicked out the driver's side window
But buddy when I got out
Well all I had to great me
Was a highway patrolman's 45
He looked at the wreck and then he said "Son
You're lucky to be alive"
Well sir I'll think that one
Over if you don't mind
Now luck ain't much good to you
When it's the losin' kind