| Am | C | G |
| Am | C | G | |
| Twelve men broke | loose i | n '73 |
| From Millhaven maximum security |
| Twelve pictures lined up across the front page |
| Seems the Mounties had a summertime war to wage |
| Am | C | G | |
| The chief told t | he peopl | e they had nothing to fear |
| The last thing they'd wanna do is hang around here |
| They mostly came from towns with long French names |
| But one of the dozen was a hometown shame |
| (Chorus) |
| C/G | D | Am | |
| Same pat | tern on | the table, same clock on the wall |
| Been one seat empty 18 years in all |
| Freezing slow time away from the world |
| He's 38 years old, never kissed a girl |
| He's 38 years old, never kissed a girl |
| Am | C | G | |
| We were sittin' | at the t | able, heard the telephone ring |
| Father said he'd tell me if he saw anything |
| Heard the tap on the window in the middle of the night |
| Held back the curtains for my older brother mike |
| Am | D | |
| See my sister got raped, | so a man got killed |
| C/G | D | |
| Little boy went to priso | n, man's buried on the hill |
| Am | D | |
| Folks went back to norma | l when they closed the case |
| C/G | D | |
| They still stare at thei | r shoes when they pass our place |
| (Solo) |
| Am | C | G | |
| My mother cried | the horr | or has finally ceased |
| He whispered yeah, for the time being, at least |
| And over his shoulder, on the squad car megaphone |
| Said let's go Mikey, son, we're takin' you home |
| (Chorus) |