One of my favorite tunes from Roger's latest album "Southbound Train"
(Chillicothe is the town in Ohio and the location of Chillicothe Federal Prison)
Intro: D
Verse:
D
Low down in Ohio from the day he was born
G D
Charlie hit that hard road, rollin' like a thunder storm
Trouble as his shadow, larceny in his blood
G D
They slapped him in the castle, for lightin' up some peckerwood
G D
He got eleven twenty-nine the first time, rode it out like a train
A D Cadd9 Bm A
Walked down to the bus line through the Chillicothe rain
Chorus:
G D
Some people stay in hell just because they know the names of the streets
A
Some lay their soul on the anvil, hand 'em the hammer, that's me
D G
Sorry for the trouble, the worry and the pain
D A D
Sorry I never had sense enough to get out of the Chillicothe rain
Verse:
D
He hung around in pool halls, like to never find a job
G D
Finally started bouncin' for some dude, connected with the Steubenville mob
Fell hard for a dancer, she took him for a ride
G D
She coulda cleared him with her answer, she got on the stand and lied
G D
He got ten years for good behavior, ten years and mark of Cain
A D Cadd9 Bm A
The guard hollered "See ya later" through the hard Chillicothe rain
Chorus:
G D
Some people stay in hell just because they know the names of the streets
A
Some lay their soul on the anvil, hand 'em the hammer, that's me
D G
Sorry for the trouble, the worry and the pain
D A D
Sorry I never had sense enough to get out of the Chillicothe rain
Break: Cadd9 Bm A G A D
Verse:
D
Charlie stayed clear of trouble, for a year he walked that line
G D
Tryin' to rebuild from the rubble, set things straight in his mind
One night he got a phone call, said "mom I'll be right back"
G D
She just killed the porch light when she heard sirens down by the tracks
G D
The score he swore he'd settle got him more than a ball and chain
A D Cadd9 Bm A
Got him the Lord's prayer and Satan's chair in the Chillicothe rain
Chorus:
G D
Some people stay in hell just because they know the names of the streets
A
Some lay their soul on the anvil, hand 'em the hammer, that's me
D G
My storm will soon be over when they run lightning through my brain
D A D
By the time you read this I'll be a lily-white mist in the Chillicothe rain
G D A D
By the time you read this I'll be a lily-white mist in the Chillicothe rain
