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I was born in a city the called the 'Windy City'And they call it the 'Windy City' because of the 'Hawk'. All mighty Hawk,Talking about Mr. Wind kind of mean around winter timeI happen to live on a street that was a dead-end streetThere was nothing to block or buffer the wind, the elementsKeep them from knocking my pad down, Jim I mean really socking it to meAnd the boiler would bust and the heat was goneI would have to get fully dressed before I could go the bedPut everything on but my goulashes cause they had buckles on themAnd my folks didn't play that said don't you be getting up in there withBuckles on them goulashes and tear up my bed clothes but I was fortunateAs soon as I was big enough to get a job save me enough money to buy me a ticket I splitI got myself together now so I'm going back there to see about it see if it's still the sameI just wanted to tell you about it, you know it's all rightThey say this is a big rich town I live in the poorest partI was raised on a dead-end street in a city without a heartI learned to fight before I was six only way I could get alongBut when you're raised on a dead-end street you have to be tough and strongNow all the guys are always getting in trouble that the way it's always beenBut when the odds are all against you how can you winI'm gonna push my way out of here ever thou I can't say whenBut I'm gonna get off of this dead-end street and I ain't never gonna coma back againLetras de cancionesI'm gonna push my way out of here ever thou I can't say whenBut I'm gonna get off of this dead-end streetAnd I ain't never gonna come back to live here againNever, No I ain't gonna come back here to live on this dead-end street no moreCause I'm gonna get me a job, I'm gonna save my doughGet away from here you-all, I ain't gonna come back no moreNot ever, dead-end streetI tired of breaking my back gonna start using my mindTired of working all of the timeI say there's trouble down thereI say there's trouble down thereI say there's trouble down there yeahDown off a dead-end streetDown off a dead-end street From Letras Mania