Randy Travis - Better class of loser

^GI'm getting' out of this high-rise ^Cpenthouse ^Gsuite, Where we pretend life's rosy and ^Dsweet. I'm going ^Gback to the folks that ^CI used to know, Where everyone is ^Dthey seem to be.

^GAnd these high class friends that you ^Clike to hang a ^Ground, When they look my way they're always looking ^Ddown. And I'm ^Gtired of you spendin' every ^Cdime I ^Gmake To finance this way of ^Dlife I've learned to ^Ghate.

I'm goin' ^Cback to a better class of ^Glosers This uptown livin's really got me ^Ddown. I need ^Gfriends who don't pay their bills on ^Chome com ^Gputers, And the ^Abuy their coffee ^A7beans already ^Dground ^{D7 C}You think it's disgraceful that they ^Gdrink three dollar ^Cwine, But a ^Gbetter class of ^Dloser suits me ^Gfine.

^GYou said the grass was greener ^Con the other ^Gside, But from where I stand I can't see grass at ^Dall. And the ^Gconcrete and the steel, they'll ^Cchange the way you ^Gfeel, And it takes more than cavi ^Dar to have a ^Gball???CHORUS