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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