Tom Waits – Crossroads (Guitar)

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Now, George was a good straight boy to begin with

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   But there was bad blood in him someway and

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He got into the magic bullets

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That lead straight to the Devil's work

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Just like marijuana leads to heroin

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You think you can take them bullets and leave 'em, do you?

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Just save a few for your bad days

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Well...

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Well, now we all have those bad days when we can't hit for shit

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(and) The more of them magics you use

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The more bad days you have without 'em

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 So it comes down to finally

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All your days bein' bad without the bullets

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 It's magics or nothing

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Time to stop chippyin' around and kiddin' yourself

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      Kid, you're hooked, heavy as lead

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  And that's where old George found himself

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Out there at the crossroads

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Moldin' the Devil's bullets

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Now a man figures it's his bullets

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So it'll take what he wants

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That don't always work out that way

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You see, some bullets is special for a single target

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A certain stag, or a certain person

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And no matter where you aim, that's where the bullet will end up

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And in the moment of aimin', the gun turns into a dowser's wand

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And points where the bullet wants to go

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 George Schmid was moving in a series of convulsive spasms

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Like someone in an epileptic fit

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With his face contorted, and his eyes wild, like a lassoed horse

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 Bracing his legs but something kept pullin' him on

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And now he is pickin' up the skulls and making the circle.

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I guess old George didn't rightly know what he was gettin' himself into

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The fit was on him and it carried him right to the crossroads

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  La-ooooo-ooo

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  La-ooooo-ooo

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  La-ooooo-ooo