My name is Frank Davis, drive a 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 a date   But I knew that that was just a line   And I knew I was messin' with a 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 a while, 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, gettin' drunk and havin' fun   Well we ended up at this Best Western out on Highway 101   It was around 3 A.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 the second time   That one attracts the other when you'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 coming down and that highway 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 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