Tom Waits - Crossroads - Текст песни

Now George was a good straight boy to begin with


But there's bad blood in him some way


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 ya?


Just save a few for your bad days?


Well 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


Till it comes down finally


to all your days bein' bad without the bullets


And it's time to stop shittin' around and kiddin' yourself


Kid, you're hooked


Heavy as lead.


And that's where ol' George found himself out there at the Crossroads


Moldin' the devil's bullets


Now, a man figures it's his bullets


And he'll take what he wants


And it don't always work out that way


You see, some bullets are special for a certain target


a certain stag


a certain person


And no matter where you're aimin',


that's where the bullet'll 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 Schmidt was movin' in a series of convulsive spasms


like someone in an epileptic fit


His face contorted and his eyes wild


like a lasso'd horse


Bracin' his legs!


But somethin' kept pullin' him on


Now he's pickin' up the skulls and makin' a circle


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


The fit was on him


And carried him right to the Crossroads


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