[Verse 1] Lonnie Garamond was disturbed by the face That looked back at him from the bathroom mirror He looked older than he remembered It was as if all fortytwo years of his life Had suddenly leap frogged over each other And crash landed in his face He was middleaged and the truth hit him Like a man with no parachute The eyes were golfballs The skin hung on his face like a cheap suit And the trapdoor of greasy black frizz He combed from one side of his head to the other To hide his baldness In reality emphasized it It was 230 in the morning November 22nd 1963 And Lonnie couldnt sleep [Verse 2] Lonnie took a last look at the face And popped another sleeping tablet Under his sandpaper tongue And slipped into a cold, dark sleep The last thing Lonnie saw Before his eyes finally closed Was his camera watching him From the other side of the motel room But the camera wasnt loaded yet [Chorus] Lonnie Garamond was a loser Lonnie Garamond was a loser Lonnie Garamond was a loser And he really hated being that [Verse 3] Lonnies body clock woke him at 830 sharp He stabbed a button by his bed And the TV crackled into life Showing the crowds already gathering In Dealey Plaza He showered, shaved, and slipped into an Ivy League jacket And brown slacks and loaded the camera The Stetson put the icing on the southern cake And he headed for the parking lot Leaving the key behind in his room He knew he wouldnt be coming back [Chorus] Lonnie Garamond was a loser Lonnie Garamond was a loser Lonnie Garamond was a loser And he really hated being that [Verse 4] Lonnie parked the Buick and ran down Pacific Street It was 1215 and he wanted to be outside The Texas School Book Depository Before the motorcade came down Elm Street 1220 He elbowed his way through a group of good ol boys And stood next to a kid in a wheelchair Waving a Confederate flag 1225 He took off the lens cap And lit his first cigarette for two years He checked the focus one last time And blew a smoke ring Into the blue Dallas heat haze 1230 He ground the Lucky Strike under the heel of his boot And calmly squeezed off three shots Lonnie put the camera back into its case And melted into the panic [Chorus] Lonnie Garamond was a loser Lonnie Garamond was a loser Lonnie Garamond was a loser And he really hated being that Lonnie Garamond was a loser Lonnie Garamond was a loser Lonnie Garamond was a loser And he really hated being that
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