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