Lucinda Williams – Drivin Down A Dead End Street (Guitar)

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From the album "This Sweet Old World" (2017) Spotify link: https://open.spotify.com/track/24Uk6qVs3LNYgu9Ovov5Aw?si=259d0f4803634668 [Intro] | D | D | D | D | [Verse 1]
    D                         G
His momma ran off when he was just a kid

      A                        D
So he never really knew her at all

       D                      G
Just a picture of a girl in a sad blue dress

A                             D
Hanging beside the cross on a wall
[Verse 2]
    D                         G
His daddy used to drive those eighteen wheelers

       A                              D
Now he tries to follow, deep into the nights

              D                       G
He was always saying to his son, "You just no good"

        A                 D
"You'll never do anything right"
[Verse 3]
     D                              G
The screams and the bruises and the broken bottles

A                       D
Things, things he understood

     D                  G
From busted chairs to a broken heart

   A                      D
He got away as soon as he could
[Verse 4]
            D                        G
When he was just eighteen he got his very own gun

    A                                D
And shot a kid in a liquor store one night

       D                      G
He was all mixed up, he never understood why

       A                               D
He was only looking to prove his daddy right
[Chorus]
       G       A                D
He was drivin' down a dead end street

       G           A               D
He was never gonna get back on his feet

G         A           D     D/C#  Bm
Somewhere deep down inside, he    knew

       G       A                D
He was drivin' down a dead end street
[Instrumental] | G | A | D | D | | G | A | D | D | | G | A | D D/C# | Bm | | G | A | D | D | [Verse 5]
         D                   G
He was a lonely boy from the wrong side of town

    A                   D
His momma never put him first

          D                       G
No matter what he did, it'd never be enough

       A                            D
He was hung out and strung out, the works
[Verse 6]
   D                       G
He learned to fight and he learned to run

       A                               D
And he learned how to take care of his blues

          D                  G
He didn't have a reason to believe in God

      A                         D
So he figured he had nothing to lose
[Chorus]
       G       A                D
He was drivin' down a dead end street

       G           A               D
He was never gonna get back on his feet

G         A           D     D/C#  Bm
Somewhere deep down inside, he    knew

       G       A                D
He was drivin' down a dead end street

       G       A                D
He was drivin' down a dead end street

       G           A               D
He was never gonna get back on his feet

G         A           D     D/C#  Bm
Somewhere deep down inside, he    knew

       G       A                D
He was drivin' down a dead end street

       G       A                D
He was drivin' down a dead end street
[Outro] | G | A | D D/C# | Bm | | G | A | D |