Crossroads

[Intro ] Am [Verso 1] Am C I grew up at the crossroads of the Illinois Central line G Am All night long wed hear the whistles blow Am C Sometimes after midnight, my daddy'd stumble in G Am Voices started rising from below C Am Daddy had some money, he owned the grain and feed G Am He was a well respected man Am C But he drank too much whiskey, more than any man should need G Am He came home with an empty heart and a heavy hand. [Refrão] F Am G C A rich man hears a whistle blow and he hears the sound of money G Am A mother hears a train that took her baby away F C G Am A young man hears a long slow ride to a land of milk and honey G Em Am And the sound of his mama crying in the kitchen, as the train rolls away. [Verso 2] Am C It was a cold December dawn when I heard the front door slam G Am I knew he was looking for a fight Am C In my bedroom I lay trembling in hatred and in fear G Am And darkness barely touched by the morning light C Am Through the house he rumbled, through the house he roared G Am Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run Am C When my mama hit the floor, I swore that it would end G Am I set my mind on the barrel of his gun [Refrão] F Am G C A rich man hears a whistle blow and he hears the sound of money G Am A mother hears a train that took her baby away F C G Am A young man hears a long slow ride to a land of milk and honey G Em Am And the sound of his mama crying in the kitchen, as the train rolled away. [Verso 3] Am C Theres a shotgun in a box car in a freight train headed west G Am And me, Im in a cold car rolling south Am C Many are the miles in my future that I see G Am And no more fear inside my mothers house C Am We once lived in fear together now were safe but all alone G Am I swear at night, I can hear my mama cry Am C As the trains keeps rolling, and the whistle keeps blowing G Am At the crossroads on the Illinois Central line. [Refrão] F Am G C A rich man hears a whistle blow and he hears the sound of money G Am A mother hears the train that took her baby away F C G Am A young man hears a long slow ride to a land of milk and honey G Em Am And the sound of his mama crying in the kitchen, as the train rolls away. Outro F C G Am I hear the sound of a long slow ride to a land of milk and the honey, Em G Em Am And the sound of my mama crying in the kitchen as the train roll away Am (Hoo hoo)