My name is Frank Davis, driver Dixie 109
I was out on Highway 17, just south of the Camden line
It was down there in the heart of Wilsonville where I met my fate
She was standing outside the barroom, said she was waitin' for her date
But I knew that was just a line
And I knew I was messin' with the losin' kind

Well, I knew what we were both doin', and I knew that you can't win
But when the light turned green, I reached across the seat, popped the lock, and she slid in
She said she liked Mexican music, she knew a place if I had the time
Well, we had a few drinks and we danced awhile, I pulled her close, she didn't mind
And what I knew kinda slipped my mind
And I couldn't resist her messin' with the losin' kind

Well, we drove around in my Buick, getting drunk and having fun
Well, we ended up at this Best Western out on Highway 101
It was around 3:00a.m., we went out to this empty little roadside bar
It was there the cash register was open, it was there I hit that guy too hard
But I knew, when I hit him for a second time
That one attracts the other when they're the losin' kind

Well, I grabbed her hand to get out of there and I felt like I was gonna be sick
And a half hour later the sleet started comin' down and that highway it got pretty slick
I seen some lights in my rearview mirror, I guess I panicked and I gave her a gun
Well, then I wrapped us around a telephone pole, south on Highway 101
Well, she just stumbled out onto the bank and sat down in a pout
Well, I kicked out the driver's side window but, buddy, when I got out
Well, all I had to greet me was a highway patrolman's .45
He looked at the wreck and then he said, "Son, you're lucky to be alive."
Well sir, I'll think that one over if you don't mind
Now, luck ain't much good to you when it's the losin' kind