Lyrics

[Verse 1] Mama look out yonder comin down the road Well it looks to me to be half a mile or so His guitar strapped across his back, it's everything he owns Mama look out yonder comin down the road Daddy always said he had the makings of a fool He wouldn't listen to a word and he's broken every rule But he had the good sense to turn around and come back home And Mama look out yonder comin down the road [Chorus] He's a winner, he's a loser, he's a picker, he's a chooser He's a mover, he's a shaker, he's a giver, he's a taker He has no use for silver cause his heart's as pure as gold Mama look out yonder comin down the road [Verse 2] All he ever needed were the clothes upon his back He never gave a tinkers damn and we'll damn sure give him that He always chose the rows he hoed and he carried his own load Mama look out yonder comin down the road [Chorus] He's a winner, he's a loser, he's a picker, he's a chooser He's a mover, he's a shaker, he's a giver, he's a taker He has no use for silver cause his heart's as pure as gold Mama look out yonder comin down the road