text: Its the same with men as with horses and dogs
  Nothing wants to die
  Evelyn James they killed in a game
  With guns too big for their hands
  Just off St. Charles in no mans land
  And youll have to find your own way home boys
  Youll have to find your own way home
  The oldest was Troy
  An eighteen year old boy
  Shot dead in March in a robbery
  His brother started out to hell and to ruin
  Troys killer was never caught they say
  Young Nick he just went bad that day
  Now hell have to find his own way home
  Boys, hell 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
  Theres a world where nothing grows
  Its hard to say grace and to sit in the place
  Of someone missing at the table
  Moms hair sprayed tight and her face in her hands
  Watching TV for answers to me
  After all shes only human
  Shes trying to find her own way home boys
  Shes trying to find her own way home
  My legs ache
  My heart is sore
  The well is full of pennies