All along it's been ten long years working hard,
providing for the kids, but late at night that's when, he hides behind a [bad word] home, mistreats his wife. call it trouble
You can call it strife, he's a dime that never got lossed in the wishing well of life.

Now he's a beggar laying on the streets? with no family? no food to eat, but
late at night that's when he begs for a bottle. With
a taste he'll be alright, a small drink will ease
his mind, he's the kind [bad word] out of time, yeah.

Some call him a Born Loser, yeah spending
all his money a bottle at a time, Lord
Some call him a no good user, yeah pouring out his heart tearing up his mind.

There's people in the middle of life, who think
without it they can't get by, trouble makes
them turn to the bottle. little sorrow turns
to pain, Lord knows it ain't a good man's aim, ohh, a good mnan's aim.
Now look at Satan, watch him laugh go
ahead, brother fill your glass. Go on be a fool. Yeah.

Some call him a Born Loser, yeah spending
all his money a bottle at a time, Lord
Some call him a no good user, yeah pouring out his heart tearing up his mind.

Some call him a no good user. Spending
all his money a bottle at a time Lord. Some
call him a no good user Lord, pouring out his heart and mind. 
Tearing out his heart and mind Lord, Oh yeah
Tearing out his heart and mind Lord.