Losing Streak
City Lights and Losing Battles: A Tale of Struggle and Redemption
Lyrics
That tinpot town went and spat me out
Feeling rejected by the small town
Onto that eastern track
Heading towards the eastern direction
My Dad he gave me a month or two
Received a limited time from Dad to try city life
Before the city spat me back
City life was challenging, and it sent the narrator back
A flat bed truck picked me up
Picked up by a flatbed truck during the return
And I crossed that great divide
Crossing a significant barrier or challenge
I had 3 good days 'til I spent my pay
Had a short-lived positive experience, but it didn't last
Now I'm on a downward slide
Currently facing a decline or negative situation
Oh I'm on a losing streak
Expressing realization of being in an unfortunate sequence
Down a paddle I'm up the creek
In a difficult situation and without resources
Mercy be
An exclamation of distress or plea for help
I'm on a losing streak
Reiterating the narrator's current streak of misfortune
The city don't place any worth
The city doesn't value individuals from small towns
On a small town rouseabout
A person accustomed to rural life facing difficulties in the city
I've never seen so many folks
Observation of a lack of helpful individuals in the city
But so few who'll help you out
Contrast between the population and the willingness to assist
Got a kitchen job to earn a bob
Engaging in menial work to make a living
Doing nine hours every night
Working long hours to sustain oneself
I called my Dad about six weeks in
Contacting Dad to acknowledge his advice was correct
And said "Ya mongrel, you were right!"
Expressing frustration or disappointment with the father
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