John Hardy - Losing Streak Lyrics

I've sold cars, worked in bars
I carried lumber through the timber yard
Picked crops, worked in shops
I sold tobacco working down the docks
I've done what I've had to do
It's two for me but three for you
Door to door, selling doors
Never opened always closed
My own firm, my own flop
It just starts and then it stops
I've done what I thought was right
I worked all day I drank all night
I'm just getting by on a losing streak
I'm the master of my own defeat
I'm eighteen to one against this horse won't clear another fence
And it's just our lass and me against the world
Stacking shelves with Christmas elves
Kids come in and help themselves
Washing pots, mashing hops
Collecting all the all the bottle tops
I've done all the work I can
There's not much left for a working man
I've driven vans, I've been in bands
I had to buy my own mic stands
Coast to coast on tea and toast
But success had other plans
I've done all the work I can
And there's not much left for a working man