Crossroads - 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 marywanna leads to heroin

You think you can take them bullets and leave 'em, do you?

Just save a few for your bad days

Well…

Well, now we all have those bad days when we can’t hit for shit

The more of them magics you use

The more bad days you have without them

So it comes down to finally

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

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’ll take what he wants

But it don’t always work out that way

You see, some bullets is special for a single aim

A certain stag, or a certain person

And no matter where you aim, that’s where the bullet will end up

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

And points where the bullet wants to go

George Schmid was moving in a series of convulsive spasms

Like someone in an epileptic fit

With his face contorted, 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 makin' a circle

I guess old George didn’t rightly know what he was getting himself into

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