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Crossroads

Tom Waits

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*** Lyrics based on original studio song on The Black Rider ***
*** Unlisted chords
*** BØ      x 2 0 2 0 1
*** BØ/F    1 2 0 2 0 1
[Verse 1]
Now George was a good straight boy to begin with     
   But there was bad blood in him someway and
He got into the magic bullets
That lead straight to the Devil's work
Just like marijuana leads to heroin   
You think you can take them bullets and leave 'em do you?
Dm                            BØ
Just save a few for your bad days
       BØ/F   E
Well...
Well now we all have those bad days when we can't hit for shit   
(and) The more of them magics you use
The more bad days you have without 'em
Am                 A Dbdim
 So it comes down to finally
 Dm                  B0
All your days bein' bad without the bullets
It's magics or nothing      
Time to stop chippyin' around and kiddin' yourself
      Kid you're hooked heavy as lead            
[Bridge]
  And that's where old George found himself
Out there at the crossroads              
Moldin' the Devil's bullets       
Now a man figures it's his bullets   
So it'll take what he wants
That don't always work out that way  
[Verse 2]
You see some bullets is special for a single target
                     A Dbdim
A certain stag or a certain person
And no matter where you aim that's where the bullet will end up
And in the moment of aimin' the gun turns into a dowser's wand
And points where the bullet wants to go                  
George Schmid was moving in a series of convulsive spasms
Like someone in an epileptic fit
With his face contorted and his eyes wild like a lassoed horse
Bracing his legs but something kept pullin' him on
And now he is pickin' up the skulls and making the circle.
I guess old George didn't rightly know what he was gettin' himself into
The fit was on him and it carried him right to the crossroads
[Outro]
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Crossroads

Tom Waits