Losing Streak Lyrics by Adam Brand
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That tinpot town went and spat me out
Onto that eastern track
My Dad he gave me a month or two
Before the city spat me back
A flat bed truck picked me up
And I crossed that great divide
I had 3 good days 'til I spent my pay
Now I'm on a downward slide

Oh I'm on a losing streak
Down a paddle I'm up the creek
Mercy be
I'm on a losing streak

The city don't place any worth
On a small town rouseabout
I've never seen so many folks
But so few who'll help you out
Got a kitchen job to earn a bob
Doing nine hours every night
I called my Dad about six weeks in
And said "Ya mongrel, you were right!"
That tinpot town went and spat me out   Onto that eastern track   My Dad he gave me a month or two   Before the city spat me back   A flat bed truck picked me up   And I crossed that great divide   I had 3 good days 'til I spent my pay   Now I'm on a downward slide      Oh I'm on a losing streak   Down a paddle I'm up the creek   Mercy be   I'm on a losing streak      The city don't place any worth   On a small town rouseabout   I've never seen so many folks   But so few who'll help you out   Got a kitchen job to earn a bob   Doing nine hours every night   I called my Dad about six weeks in   And said "Ya mongrel, you were right!"