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