Fowler Kevin - 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 mamas front porch steps

An no ones heard from here since she hightailed

chorus:

I come from long line of losers

Half outlaw half boozer

I was born with a shot glass in my hand

I’m part hippie a little red neck

I’m always a suspect

My blood line made me who I am

Daddy never finished school

But he played one mean game of pool

Took a bullet for stealin’ cars down in Birmingham

Mama always went to church

Soon found out what her reasons were

Got caught at the local Motel with preacher man

chorus: x3

I come from long line of losers

Half outlaw half boozer

I was born with a shot glass in my hand

I’m part hippie a little red neck

I’m all ways a suspect

My blood line made me who I am

I come from long line of losers

Half outlaw half boozer

I was born with a shot glass in my hand

I’m part hippee a little red neck

I’m all ways a suspect

My blood line made me who I am

I come from long line of losers

Half outlaw half boozer

I was born with a shot glass in my hand

I’m part hippee a little red neck

I’m all ways a suspect

My blood line made me who I am

I come from a long line of losers...

[Thanks to Noah B for lyrics]