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Tom Waits - Fall Of Troy Tom Waits - Fall Of Troy |
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G7It's the sCame with men as with horses and dFogs
C/GNothing wG7ants to dCie G7
CEthel and James they killed in a gFame
With guCns too big fG7or their hands
Just oCff St. Charles in nFo man's land
And you'll hCave to find your oG7wn way hCome, bF/Aoys
G7You'll hCave to find your oCwn way hG7ome
The oldest was Troy,
an eighteen year old boy
Shot dead in March in a robbery
His brothers started out
to hell and to ruin
Troy's killer was never caught, they say
Young Nick, he just went bad that day
Now he'll have to find his own way home, boys
He'll have to find his own way home
G7Why cook dinner, wChy make my bed
G7Why come home at aCll?
FOut the door and thrCough the woAmods
CThere's a world where noAmthing grEmows G7
It's hard to say grace and to sit in the place
Of someone missing at the table
Mom's hair sprayed tight
and her face in her hands
Watching TV for answers
to me
After all she's only human
And she's trying to find her own way home, boys
She's trying to find her own way home
CMy legs aG7che, my hCeart is sFore
CThe well is fG7ull of peAmnnies
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