I was born in a city that they call
"The Windy City"
And they call it the Windy City
Because of "the Hawk"
The Hawk
The Almighty Hawk
Mister Wind
Takes care of plenty business
'Round winter time...
The place that I lived in
Was on a street that uh
Happened to be one of
The dead-end streets
Where there was nothing to block
The wind the elements...
Nothing to buffer them for me
To keep 'em
From knockin' my bed down d'y'hea'm
I mean really sockin' it to me...
When the boiler would bust and
The heat was gone d'y'hea'm
I had to get fully dressed before
I could go to bed
Course I couldn't put on my "goulashes"
'Cause they had buckles on 'em
And my folks didn't play that
They said "don't you tear up my
Bed clothes wit' dem boot hushies on"
But I was fortunate
Soon as I was big enough to get
A job and save enough money
Get a ticket
Catch anything I split...
And I said "one day I'm 'onna return
And I'm gonna straighten it all out"
And I'm 'bout ready to go back now
So I thought I'd tell you about it...
Ah they say this is a big rich town
But I live in the poorest part
I know I'm on a dead-end street
In a city without a heart...
I learned to fight before I was six
The only way I could get along
When you're raised on a dead-end street
You've gotta be tough and strong...
Now all the guys I know gettin' in trouble
That's how it's always been
When the odds are all against you
How can you win...
Yeah
Yeah, yeah!
Ah Lord 'n' now yeah!
I'm gonna push my way out of here
Even though I can't say when
But I'm gonna get off of this dead-end street
And I ain't never gonna come back again...
Never
No no no
Oh now Lord
Again now, yeah!
I'm gonna push my way out of here
Even though I can't say when
But I'm gonna get off of this dead-end street
And I ain't gonna never come back again...
No no no
I ain't gonna come back to this
Dead-end street no more
No, cause I'm gonna get me a job...
I'm gonna save my dough
Get away from here
I ain't gonna come back no more
I'm tired of a dead-end street
I want to get out in the world
And learn something
Tired of breakin' my back
I want to start usin' my mind...
compositores: SLY DUNBAR, EWART EVERTON BROWN, HERBERT HARRIS, N. BARNETT, CLIFTON DILLON, B. JORDAN, R. SHAW
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