Hows It Gonna End chords

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He had three C old dollars, B a one hour car, the E wife was leaving Am for good _ .
_ Life's made of C trouble, _ D worry, pain and struggle, she broke her bow in the dust E and mud _ .
Dm Found a map of Missouri, A lipstick Am on the glass, D they must have G left in the middle E of the _ night.
_ D _ I E _ want to know A the same thing, _ _ everyone Dm wants to know, _ E how's it going, _ Am she went.
_ A Behind _ _ a smoke C-colored curtain, E the girl A disappeared, they found out that the ring was a fake _ _ .
A tree-born C crooked, _ Dm never grows straight, she's E sunk like a hammer into the lake _ .
_ A _ Long lost letters in the old leaky boat, _ promises Gm I never E meant to keep.
_ _ Dm _ I E _ want to Db know A the same thing, _ I want to know, D _ _ F _ E how's it going, _ Am to the end _ _ _ _ _ .
The barn G leaned over, the folks who dried their D wings, A the moon climbed up an empty sky _ .
The G sun sank down, behind the tree D on the hill, there's a killer Bb that's coming to the E ride _ .
D Maybe it's the N father that lost the girl, _ it's hard to tell in E this light _ .
_ G D I _ _ A _ want to know the same thing, _ _ everyone wants Bb to Dm know, _ E how's it going, _ .
Am to the end.
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D _ _ Dm Haggard wagon, they plow the bones of the dead, N dial them on the roses and the weeds _ .
You can never go back, and the answer is no, G wishing for it only E makes it _ bleak.
_ _ G _ Am Joe told C Betty, D it was broken on a wheel, she E ain't the bumber-honey A on the land.
_ The green was his C gold, D and Sheila's hair, all the way E from Liverpool, with all we could steal.
N He was robbed of twenty dollars, his body found stripped, cast into E the harbor there and drowned.
_ _ Dm And I Ab want _ to know Am the same thing, _ we all want to D know, _ Dm how's E it going, _ Am to the end _ _ _ _ .
_ _ The sirens are C snaking, D their way up the hill, A it's the last call somewhere in the world.
_ _ Reptiles blend in, with the curve of the street, life is sweet at the edge E of a razor.
_ _ D Down in the first row, an old poetry show, the old man is asleep, E the credit starts to roll.
_ _ And I want Dbm to know the Am same thing, we all want to D know, _ F how's E it going, Am to the end.
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Am I Dm _ _ _ E want to A know the B Am same thing, _ we all want to D know, _ Dm _ E how's it going, _ G.
A to the end.
_ _ _ _ B Dm And I _ E just A want to know the Am same thing, _ _ C I want to Dm know, _ _ E how's it _ going, Am to the end.
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