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 St. 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 killer was never caught, they say
 Young Nick, he just went bad that day
 Now he’ll have to find his own way home, boys
 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 TV for answers to me
 After all she’s only human
 And she’s trying to find her own way home, boys
 She’s trying to find her own way home
 
 My legs ache, my heart is sore
 The well is full of pennies