(Randy Travis/Alan Jackson)



I'm getting out of this high-rise penthouse suite

Where we pretend life's rosy and sweet

I'm going back to the folks that I used to know

Where everyone is what they seems to be



And these high-class friends that you like to hang around

When they look my way they're always looking down

I'm tired of spending every dime I make

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



I'm going back to a better class of loser

This up-town living'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 loser suits me fine



You say the grass is greener on the other side

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



I'm going back to a better class of loser

This up-town living'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 loser suits me fine



You think it's disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine

But a better class of loser suits me fine