Drivin' Down a Dead End Street Songtext
von Lucinda Williams

His momma run 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 a cross on a wall

His daddy used to drive those 18-wheelers
Now he drives the bottle, deep into the night
He was always saying, "Son, you′re just no good
You'll never do anything right"

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

When he was just 18
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 worst

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 street