Dead End Street in the Lucky Country Songtext
von Louis Tillett

Sun washing in on porthole eyes The raft of wood engraved under the water line
He slowly drains the bottle dry And as he does his heart begins to fly
And he wishes that he wasn′t there

The telegraph wires are singing Soft words he cannot speak
Sirens tears roll in his ears And quietly flood the desert street
And he wishes that he wasn't there

Where are the loud eyed girls All laughing and singing
Where is the old mans song To save his soul from sinking

Why don′t they just leave him To die on the streets
With only the drunken car lights Down in the wine dark streets


He slowly sways on dead sea legs A hessian sack his bed of dreams unmade
Underneath the power lines The fallen angels pray
And he wishes that he wasn't there

The telegraph wires a singing As they lash into the ground
And the neon lights are laughing As the dreams are passed around

Why don't they just leave him To die on the street
With only the drunken car lights Down in the wine dark street

Where are the loud eyed girls All laughing and singing
Where is the old mans song That saves his soul from sinking

Why don′t they just leave him To die on the street
With only the drunken car lights Down in the wine dark street