| 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 |