Interpret:

Randy Travis

Album:

High Lonesome

Im getting out of this

high-rise penthouse suite

where we pretend life's

rosy and sweet

I'm going back to the folks

that I used to know

Where everyone is what

they seem to be



And these high-class friends

that you like to hang around

When they look my way

they're always looking down

I'm tired of spending

every dime I make

to finance this way of life

I've learned to hate



(chorus)

I'm going back to a

better class of losers

This up-town living's

really got me down

I need friends who don't pay

their bills on home computers

and who buy their

coffee beans already ground

You think it's disgraceful

that they drink three-dollar wine

But a better class of

losers suits me fine



You say the grass is

greener on the other side

From where I stand

I can't see grass at all

And the concrete and the steel

won't change the way you feel

It takes more than caviar

to have a ball



(chorus)



You think it's disgraceful

that they drink three-dollar wine

But a better class of

losers suits me fine