Testo I'm A Loser

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