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I was born in a city the called the Windy City |
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And they called it the Windy City because of the Hawk. |
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The hawk. The all mighty Hawk |
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Mr. Wind |
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Takes care of plenty business around winter time |
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The place that I lived in |
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Was on a street that a |
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Happened to be one of the dead-end streets |
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Where there was nothing to block |
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The wind, the elements |
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Nothing to buffer them for me to |
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Keep them from knocking my pad down, you know |
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I mean really socking it to me |
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When the boiler would bust and the heat was gone |
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I would have to get fully dressed before I could go the bed |
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Cause I couldn't put on my goulashes cause they had buckles on them |
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And my folks didn't play that |
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They said "don't you tear up my bed clothes with some goulashes on" |
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But I was fortunate |
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As soon as I was big enough to get a job save enough money |
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To get a ticket to catch anything |
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I split |
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I said one day I'm going to return |
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And I'm going to straighten it all out |
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And I'm about ready to go back now |
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So I thought I'd tell ya about it |
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They say this is a big rich town |
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But I live in the poorest part |
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I know I'm on a dead-end street |
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In a city without a heart |
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I learned to fight before I was six |
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The only way I could get along |
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But when you're raised on a dead-end street |
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You've got to be tough and strong |
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Now all the guys I know are getting in trouble |
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That's how its always been |
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When the odds are all against you |
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How can you win, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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I'm going to push my way out of here |
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Even though I can't say when |
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But I'm going to get off of this dead-end street |
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And I ain't never going to come back again |
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Never |
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No, no, no |
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I'm going to push my way out of here |
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Even though I can't say when |
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But I'm going to get off of this dead-end street |
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And I ain't going to never come back again |
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No, no, no |
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I ain't going to come back to this city street no more |
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No - Cause I'm going to get me a job |
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I'm going to save my dough |
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Get away from here |
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I ain't going to come back no more |
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I'm tired of a dead-end street |
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I want to get out in the world and learn something |
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I'm tired of breaking my back |
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I want to start using my mind |
