Chords for Tom Waits - How's It Gonna End

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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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