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