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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