Win Some, Lose Some

I was making my way out of Valentine after a score at the bank, so I stopped on by to

the ranch of a woman whose husband was in my debt

She was packing up a wagon and I wondered why, so I asked if her husband was nearby

He looked at me cold and said he'd done since past

Oh, you win some and then you lose some, but you're always losing when you deal with me

So here's what I'll do, I'll let you choose

Oh, your money or life, which one do you want to lose

And you didn't help our matters none, you no good white trash son of a gun

She stepped back inside, tried to bid me adieu

And then her son stepped out with a glare real mean, a lack of respect, or lazy eye it seems