Текст песни Losing Streak - Adam Brand

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 the great divide
I had three good days 'til I spent my pay
Now I'm on a downward slide

Oh, I'm on a losing streak
I'm 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 roustabout
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!"

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

Oh, I'm on a losing streak
Down a paddle, I'm up the creek
Mercy be, I'm on a losing streak
Mercy be, I'm on a losing streak
Mercy be, I'm on a losing streak
Lord, have mercy