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Fall of Troy Tom Waits
[G7]It’s the s[C]ame with men as with horses and d[F]ogs
[C/G]Nothing w[G7]ants to d[C]ie [G7]
[C]Ethel and James they killed in a g[F]ame
With gu[C]ns too big f[G7]or their hands
Just o[C]ff St. Charles in n[F]o man’s land
And you’ll h[C]ave to find your o[G7]wn way h[C]ome, b[F/A]oys
C G7 c G7
You’ll have to find your own way home
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
[G7]Why cook dinner, w[C]hy make my bed
[G7]Why come home at a[C]ll?
[F]Out the door and thr[C]ough the wo[Am]ods
[C]There’s a world where no[Am]thing gr[Em]ows [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
[C]My legs a[G7]che, my h[C]eart is s[F]ore
[C]The well is f[G7]ull of pe[Am]nnies
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