We were young and we were free, thought it would last for eternaty.
The folks all talked about their faith, but we just cared about ourselves.
We lived the nights and sleped the days, my mama couldn't even look at my face.
Her lovely daughter became a sinner, I didn't care 'cause I got my own winner.

Babababaa, babababa. I'd found my own soldier, he's my own winner.

Babababaa, babababa. I was lost but I were found of my own, beloved winner.

Babababaa, babababa. It was we against the world, me and my own, private winner.

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