Whole Lotta Losin’

Well I've got a lot, lord, I've got a lot of losing,
friends and heroes packing up and moving,
One of these days I'll be left with nothing but memories and old time

And I better get accustomed, cause I've got a lot, lord, I got a lot of losing by and by.

We never got paid but we had a lot of laughs,
Running like thieves through the streets of Chicago
Look at me I'm leaning out apartment windows singing I still miss someone

And I better get accustomed, cause I've got a lot, lord, I got a lot of losing by and by.

Picking up speed, picking up the pieces,
Losing leaves in every season,
The winter ends right at my feet with flowers peeping up through a crack in the concrete

And I better get accustomed, cause I've got a lot, lord, I got a lot of losing by and by.