| There’s a honky tonk in this town,
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| They call the loser’s lounge,
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| And i guess i’m a charter member, you could say.
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| Since love has turned me down,
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| Nothing to do but hang around
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| And listen to all the fools who come to say.
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| That life is full of heartaches for a poor boy,
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| 'Cause a bank roll can turn his woman’s head around.
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| Ain’t no use to try and run away or move to another town,
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| 'Cause any where a poor boy goes there’s a loser’s lounge.
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| Had a real good friend named sam,
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| Said he just couldn’t understand
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| Why in the world his sweet love let him down.
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| But a rich man caught her eye,
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| He had the money for things to buy.
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| Now there’s a brand new member down at the loser’s lounge.
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| Life is full of heartaches for a poor boy,
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| 'Cause a bank roll can turn his woman’s head around.
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| Ain’t no use to try and run away or move to another town,
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| 'Cause any where a poor boy goes there’s a loser’s lounge.
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| Oh yeah. |