Crossroads Lyrics - The Black Rider - Tom Waits

Now, George was a good straight boy to begin with, but there was bad blood 

In him; someway he got into the magic bullets and that leads straight to 

Devil's work, just like marijuana leads to heroin; you think yo ucan take 

Them bullets or leave 'em, do you? 

Just save a few for your bad days 

Well, now, we all have those bad days when you can't shoot for shit. 

The more of them magics you use, the more bad days you have without them 

So it comes down finally to all your days being bad without the bullets 

It's magics or nothing 

Time to stop chippying around and kidding yourself, 

Kid, you're hooked, heavy as lead 

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And that's where old George found himself 

Out there at the crossroads 

Molding the Devil's bullets 

Now a man figures it's his bullets, so it will 

Hit what he wants to hit 

But it don't always work that way 

You see, some bullets is special for a single aim 

A certain stag, or a certain person 

And no matter where you are, that's where the bullet will end up 

And in the moment of aiming, the gun turns into a dowser's wand 

And point where the bullet wants to go 

Photos 

(George Schmid was moving in a series of convulsive spasms, like someone 

with an epileptic fit, with his face distorted and his eyes wild like a 

lassoed horse bracing his legs. But something kept pulling him on. And now 

he is picking up the skulls and making the circle.) 

I guess old George didn't rightly know what he's getting himself into 

The fit was on him and it carried him right to the crossroads