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Dead End Street Monologue/Dead End Street Lyrics By Lou Rawls

    i was born in a city the called the windy city
    and they called it the windy city because of the hawk
    the hawk the all mighty hawk
    mr wind
    takes care of plenty business around winter time
    the place that i lived in
    was on a street that a
    happened to be one of the deadend streets
    where there was nothing to block
    the wind the elements
    nothing to buffer them for me to
    keep them from knocking my pad down you know
    i mean really socking it to me
    when the boiler would bust and the heat was gone
    i would have to get fully dressed before i could go the bed
    cause i couldn’t put on my goulashes cause they had buckles on them
    and my folks didn’t play that
    they said don’t you tear up my bed clothes with some goulashes on
    but i was fortunate
    as soon as i was big enough to get a job save enough money
    to get a ticket to catch anything
    i split
    i said one day i’m going to return
    and i’m going to straighten it all out
    and i’m about ready to go back now
    so i thought i’d tell ya about it

    they say this is a big rich town
    but i live in the poorest part
    i know i’m on a deadend street
    in a city without a heart
    i learned to fight before i was six
    the only way i could get along
    but when you’re raised on a deadend street
    you’ve got to be tough and strong
    now all the guys i know are getting in trouble
    that’s how its always been
    when the odds are all against you
    how can you win yeah yeah yeah

    i’m going to push my way out of here
    even though i can’t say when
    but i’m going to get off of this deadend street
    and i ain’t never going to come back again
    never
    no no no

    i’m going to push my way out of here
    even though i can’t say when
    but i’m going to get off of this deadend street
    and i ain’t going to never come back again
    no no no
    i ain’t going to come back to this city street no more

    no cause i’m going to get me a job
    i’m going to save my dough
    get away from here
    i ain’t going to come back no more
    i’m tired of a deadend street
    i want to get out in the world and learn something
    i’m tired of breaking my back
    i want to start using my mind

    Artist: Lou Rawls

    Year: 1967

    Decade: 60s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 209