Intro:  
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!"  
Repeat Chorus 
Instrumental:  
Repeat Chorus  
Mercy be  
I'm on a losing streak 
Mercy be  
I'm on a losing streak 
Lord have mercy (spoken)