I'm A Loser Songtext

von Michael Schenker

Last train's eleven, it's now quarter past,
Why're you trying to make the evenin' move so fast
I'm not in real trouble but I can't go back home
They locked the doors and I'm left out alone
You can come to my place and sleep on the couch
Lots of people do it and we won't leave you out

Hard times out on the street
Hard times, hard to beat

The painted lies they all hand you
I'm a loser on the road
I'm a loser on the road, yeah

Houston station and it's cold as ice
All night specials, they move you on
But me and Ginger over there
We got this thing where we really take care