WHOLE LOTTA LOSING
MONSTERS OF FOLK
Well, I got a lot, Lord, I got a lotta losing
Friends and heroes packing up and moving
And one of these days I'll be left with nothing
But memories and no time
So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
Cause, I got a lot, Lord, I got a lotta losing
By and by and by and by and by
Well, we never got laid, but we had a lotta laughs, so
Running like thieves through the streets of Chicago
Look at me now, I'm leaning out of open windows, singing
''I still miss someone''
So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
Cause, I got a lot Lord, I got a lotta losing
By and by and by and by and by
Picking up speed, picking up the pieces
Losing leaves in every season
The winter ends right at my feet with
Flowers creepin' up through the crack in the concrete
Well, I got a lot, Lord, I got a lotta losing
Friends and heroes packing up and moving
And one of these days I'll be left with nothing
But memories and no time
So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
Cause, I got a lot, Lord, I got a lotta losing
By and by and by and by and by
I'm picking up speed, picking up the pieces
Losing leaves in every season
The winter ends right at my feet with
Flowers creepin' up through the crack in the concrete
Well, I got a lot, Lord, I got a lotta losing
Friends and heroes packing up and moving
And one of these days I'll be left with nothing
But memories and no time
So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
Cause, I got a lot, Lord, I got a lotta losing
By and by and by and by and by
By and by and by and by and by and by and by and by
Friends and heroes packing up and moving
And one of these days I'll be left with nothing
But memories and no time
So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
Cause, I got a lot, Lord, I got a lotta losing
By and by and by and by and by
Well, we never got laid, but we had a lotta laughs, so
Running like thieves through the streets of Chicago
Look at me now, I'm leaning out of open windows, singing
''I still miss someone''
So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
Cause, I got a lot Lord, I got a lotta losing
By and by and by and by and by
Picking up speed, picking up the pieces
Losing leaves in every season
The winter ends right at my feet with
Flowers creepin' up through the crack in the concrete
Well, I got a lot, Lord, I got a lotta losing
Friends and heroes packing up and moving
And one of these days I'll be left with nothing
But memories and no time
So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
Cause, I got a lot, Lord, I got a lotta losing
By and by and by and by and by
I'm picking up speed, picking up the pieces
Losing leaves in every season
The winter ends right at my feet with
Flowers creepin' up through the crack in the concrete
Well, I got a lot, Lord, I got a lotta losing
Friends and heroes packing up and moving
And one of these days I'll be left with nothing
But memories and no time
So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
Cause, I got a lot, Lord, I got a lotta losing
By and by and by and by and by
By and by and by and by and by and by and by and by
