Randy Travis and Alan Jackson – March 8th, 2022, Iyengar Level II & I

Is it country music or cowboy poetry? Or both? If it makes a difference, I found it in a poetry collection about the American West.

A BETTER CLASS OF LOSERS

I'm gettin' out of this high-rise penthouse suite,

Where we pretend life's rosy and sweet.

I'm gain' back to the folks that I used to know,

Where everyone is what they seem to be.

But these high-class friends that you like to hang around,

When they look my way, they're always lookin' down,

And I'm tired of spendin' every dime that I make

To finance this way of life I've learned to hate.

I'm goin' back to a better class of losers;

This up-town livin'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,

But 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.

You think it’s disgraceful that they drink three-dollar

wine,

But a better class of losers suits me fine.