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Yonder stands the loser
In his old blue jacket
And he's back from his strange trip
Out in the east
And there's a girl that he knows
And she's waiting up for him
Well he wrote her some letters
And sent her post cards
From places far and wide
Through deserts and mountains
And hurricanes
From places miles from home

Inside a downtown bar
The drifter pulls up a chair
And he's sipping on some bourbon
And he thinks to himself
God this tastes so good
And at times I think there's is no God
But then I think about liquor
Women and football
And I guess I can't complain

And the loser buys the drifters drink
And in a raspy voice he says
Hey thanks a lot
Make sure you stick a buck
Into the hat of that guy on stage

And the singer gives a nod
And strums on his guitar
And he starts to sing a song
About being miles from home
Well he lives in old motels
And there's this waitress that he knows
In a turquoise apron
Pouring coffee for the truckers
Who are in it for the long haul
And she wants to be free from this dead end job
Maybe go to Hollywood
Or anywhere miles from home

Samantha Brown's in the alley
In between the bar and bank
And she's holding onto her needle
Like it's a crucifix
She' longing for a fix
When she starts to cough up blood
And she hears the sirens wail
And she thinks to herself
God this is how I go
Od-ing in an alley miles from home

The preacher on the pulpit
In the echo of the sanctuary
He preaches to the congregation
About God and truth and light
And how Jesus was betrayed
And nailed upon a cross
And laid inside a tomb
He said eve Jesus died miles from home