Remembering Dave Van Ronk Tonight

I lost my wad playing seven card stud
I was playing for money,
They were playing for blood
On the way back home the big winner got mugged
Now he's just another loser like me.

Losers, losers, I got took
By my whoosis,
That sharp got crowned, he's [ ? not sure of word(s) here] bound
He's just another loser like me.

See that kid sitting back of the bar
He's picking up a storm on a( Martin} guitar
That poor fool thinks he's gonna be a star
He's just another loser like me.

Losers, losers, some are raggers, some are bluesers,
Making disco sounds in a HoJo lounge
With a bunch of other losers like me.

Love has busted up this cat for sure
He's crying like a baby at his baby's door
That poor fool don't know what he's crying for
He's just another loser like me.

Losers, losers, can't say no to cruisers,
When she says when, he'll be back again,
He's just another loser like me.

There's a hobo up in heaven
On the golden streets
He'll panhandle every angel that he meets
He'd hawk his (harp) for some sneaky pete
But he's just another loser like me.

Losers, losers, some are dopers, some are boozers,
All his muscatel is down in hell,
He's just another loser like me.

When God appeared to St. John Wayne,
He said, "Hey, Duke, I'm acomin' again.
Life ain't nothing but a wagon train.
I'm glad you're not a loser like me!"

Losers, losers, ten gallon bruisers,
From Ghengis Khan to the Fuller Brush Man
They're just a bunch of losers like me!