Tough Street

There's an old, uniquely American boast:
"I live on Tough Street. The further up the street you go, the tougher the people get.
I live in the last house."
Had to write a song about that.

 

Tough
You think you know about tough
Tough
You think you know about tough
I live on Tough Street
The meanest place you'll find
The deeper you go
The tougher they grow
The very last house is mine

Bad
You think you're so bad
Bad
You think you're so bad
I live on Tough Street
The meanest place you'll find
The deeper you go
The tougher they grow
The very last house is mine

Lots of hard men and
Lots of hard times
And lots of hard faces there
In a dead end house
On that dead end street
I'm the one without a care

Hurt
You think you know about hurt
Hurt
You think you know about hurt
I live on Tough Street
The meanest place you'll find
The deeper you go
The tougher they grow
The very last house is mine


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