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