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