Chords for Tom Waits - Crossroads

Tempo:
129.5 bpm
Chords used:

E

Am

A

Dm

G

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Tom Waits - Crossroads chords
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Loud George was a good [E] straight boy to begin [Am] with.
But there was bad blood in him some way, and he got into the magic [D] bullets that they could
straight to the devil's world.
[E] Just like marijuana leads to heroin.
[Ab]
[A] You think you can take them bullets and leave them, do you?
[D] Or save a few for [B] your bad days?
Well, [E] we all have those bad [E]
[Am] days, but we can't get it for sure.
[E] The more [Am] that magic's used, the more bad days you have without it.
So it comes down to [A] finding it.
[Dm] All your days being bad without the bullets.
[E] Magic's a mess.
Time [Am] to stop moving around and get your stuff.
[Dm] Get your, [E] uh, [Am] heavy as a man.
[G] And that's [G] where old George [Am] found [C] himself out there at the [C] crossroads.
[G] Molding the devil's bullets.
[G] Now [C] a man figures it's his bullets.
[E]
[Am] [E] You
[Am] see, some bullets are special for a single target.
A certain [A] stag is a good person no [Dm] matter where you aim it.
For the bullet will end up [E] in the moment of aim.
And, uh, to put it out, [A] you're gone.
[Am] You're going where the bullet wants to go.
[B]
[E] George Smith was moving in a series of [Am] evulsive spasms like [E] someone in an epileptic [Am] fit.
His face contorted and his eyes wild like a lashing horse.
[A] Raising his legs was [Dm] so simple and odd.
Now he's picking [B] up the [E] skulls like a circus clown.
But [Am] it's old George who drives him.
Now get yourself [Dm] into your [E] target and [Am] let it cross you.
He [A] lies.
[Dm]
[Am] He lies.
[E]
[Am]
He lies.
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E
2311
Am
2311
A
1231
Dm
2311
G
2131
E
2311
Am
2311
A
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Loud George was a good [E] straight boy to begin [Am] with.
_ _ _ But there was bad blood in him some way, and he got into the magic [D] bullets that they could
straight to the devil's world. _
[E] Just like marijuana leads to heroin.
_ [Ab] _ _
[A] You think you can take them bullets and leave them, do you?
[D] Or save a few for [B] your bad days?
Well, [E] _ _ we all have those bad [E]
[Am] days, but we can't get it for sure.
[E] _ The more [Am] that magic's used, the more bad days you have without it.
_ So it comes down to [A] finding it. _
[Dm] All your days being bad without the bullets.
[E] _ _ Magic's a mess.
_ Time [Am] to stop moving around and get your stuff. _ _
[Dm] _ _ Get your, [E] uh, _ _ [Am] heavy as a man. _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ And that's [G] where old George [Am] found [C] himself out there at the [C] crossroads. _ _
[G] Molding the devil's bullets.
_ _ [G] Now [C] a man figures it's his bullets.
[E] _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ [E] You _
[Am] _ _ see, some bullets are special for a single target.
A certain [A] stag is a good person no [Dm] matter where you aim it.
For the bullet will end up _ [E] in the moment of aim.
And, uh, to put it out, [A] you're gone.
[Am] You're going where the bullet wants to go.
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ George Smith was moving in a series of [Am] evulsive spasms like [E] someone in an epileptic [Am] fit.
His face contorted and his eyes wild like a lashing horse.
_ [A] Raising his legs was [Dm] so simple and odd.
_ Now he's picking [B] up the [E] skulls like a circus clown.
But [Am] it's old George who drives him.
Now get yourself [Dm] into your _ _ _ [E] _ target and [Am] let it cross you. _ _ _ _ _
He _ [A] lies. _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] He lies.
[E] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ He lies. _ _ _
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