Adam Brand Lyrics
"Losing Streak"
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That tin pot 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 rouse about
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"
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 rouse about
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"
This song is from the album "Adam Brand" and "X2".