Текст песни 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 marijuana leads to heroin
You think you can take
Them bullets and leave 'em, do ya?
Just save a few for your bad days

Well, we all have those bad days when you can't aim 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 will
Take what he wants
But it don't always work that way

You see, some bullets are 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

And George Schmidt 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