Standard (EADGBE)

It's the same with men as with horses and dogs

Nothing wants to die

Ethel and james they killed in a game

With guns too big for their hands

Just off Saint Charles, in no-man's land

And you'll have to find your own way home, boys,

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 killers were never, caught they say

Young Nick, he just went bad that day

Now he'll have to find his own way home, boy's,

He'll have to find his own way home

Why cook dinner, why make my bed, why come home, at all

Out the door and through the woods,

There's a world where nothing grows

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 T.V. for answers to me

After all she's only human

And she's trying to find her own way home, boy's

She's trying to find her own way home

My legs ache, my heart is sore, the well is full of pennies