Hard Lovin' Loser chords and lyrics - JUDY COLLINS

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[Verse 1]
[C]He'[D]s t[G]he [Am]kind [C]of[D] guy
puts [C]on a motorcycle [Am]jacket
[C]And he [D]weighs about a
[G]hundred and [C]five
[Dm]He's the kind [D]of surfer,
[G]got a ho- daddy hair[Am]cut
[C]And you [D]wonder how he'll
[Am]ever [C]survive

[Verse 2]
[D]He's the kind [C]of frogman
Wearing [G]twenty pounds of
[Am]counter [C]weights
[D]And sinking [C]in [D]the sea [G]like [C]a stone
[Dm]He's the kind of soldier,
[G]got no sense of direc[C]tion
And they [D]send him in [Dm]the jungle [G]alone

[Verse 3]
But when [G]the frost's on the pumpkin
And the little girls are jumping
He's a [D]hard loving son of a gun

[Verse 4]
He's got em [Am]waiting downstairs
Just [G]to sample his affairs
And they [D]call him a spoonful [G]of
[D]fun[G][Am][C]
[D][G][C]

[Verse 5]
[Dm]He's the kind of [D]person,
[Dm]going riding [D]on a [C]skateboard
And his [D]mind's raging out of [Dm]control[C]
[Dm]He's the kind of per[D]son,
[Dm]goes [D]to drive [C]a Maserati
Puts [D]the key inside the
wrong little [C]hole

[Verse 6]
[D]He's [Dm]the kind [A]of ski bum [Am]tearing
[D]wild down the [C]mountain
Hits [D]a patch where there
[Dm]ain't any [C]snow
He's the kind of cow[Am]boy,
got a [D]hot trigger [C]finger
Shoots his boot [D]'cause he's
drawing kind of slow
[Dm]But when[G] he comes

[Verse 7]
in for bowling
He's an expert at rolling
Sets the [Dm]pins [D]up and lays
'em right down

[Verse 8]
He's got em [A]taking off their heels
[Am]And they l[G]ike the way he feels
And they [D]call him a carni
[G]val clown
[Am][C][D][G]

[Verse 9]
[C]Well, he'[Dm]s got[D] a parachute
[Dm]and [D]screaming like Geronimo[C]
And [D]makes a little [Am]hole in [Dm]the g[C]round
[Dm]He's the kind of logger,
when [D]the man hollers, "Timber"
[C]Got [D]to stop and look around
for [Dm]the sound[D][C]

[Verse 10]
[Dm]He's the kind of [D]artist,
[Dm]rents [D]a groovy [C]little attic
And dis[D]covers that he can't
grow [Dm]a bea[C]rd
[Dm]He's the human cannonball,
come in for [C]a landing
And he [D]wonders where
the net [Dm]dis ap[D]peared

[Verse 11]
But when he [G]takes off his shoes
It won't come as news
That they're [D]lining up in
threes and in twos

[Verse 12]
He's got em [Am]pounding [A]on the door
[Am]Got 'em [G]begging for some m[A]ore[G]
He's got 'em [Am]pounding [A]on the [Am]door
Got 'em [G]begging for some more
And [Dm]they call him [G]whatever they choose

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