Текст песни Drivin' Down a Dead End Street - Lucinda Williams

His momma ran off when he was just a kid
So he never really knew her at all
Just a picture of a girl in a sad blue dress
Hanging beside the cross on a wall

His daddy used to drive those eighteen wheelers
Now he tries to follow, deep into the nights
He was always saying to his son, "You just no good"
"You'll never do anything right"

The screams and the bruises and the broken bottles
Things, things he understood
From busted chairs to a broken heart
He got away as soon as he could

When he was just eighteen he got his very own gun
And shot a kid in a liquor store one night
He was all mixed up, he never understood why
He was only looking to prove his daddy right

He was drivin' down a dead end street
He was never gonna get back on his feet
Somewhere deep down inside, he knew
He was drivin' down a dead end street

He was a lonely boy from the wrong side of town
His momma never put him first
No matter what he did, It'd never be enough
He was hung out and strung out, the works

He learned to fight and he learned to run
And he learned how to take care of his blues
He didn't have a reason to believe in God
So he figured he had nothing to lose

He was drivin' down a dead end street
He was never gonna get back on his feet
Somewhere deep down inside, he knew
He was drivin' down a dead end street

He was drivin' down a dead end street
He was never gonna get back on his feet
Somewhere deep down inside, he knew
He was drivin' down a dead end street
He was drivin' down a dead end stree