The Pilgrim: Chapter 33
by Kris Kristofferson · harmonica tab for C diatonic harmonica
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See him wasted on the sidewalk
in his jacket and his jeans,
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,
Which he spent like they was goin' out of style
And he keeps right on a'changin'
for the better or the worse,
Searchin' for a shrine he's never found
Never knowin' if believin'
is a blessin' or a curse,
Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down
He's a poet, he's a picker
He's a prophet, he's a pusher
He's a pilgrim and a preacher,
and a problem when he's stoned
He's a walkin' contradiction,
partly truth and partly fiction,
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction
on his lonely way back home.
He has tasted good and evil
in your bedrooms and your bars,
And he's traded in tomorrow for today
Runnin' from his devils, Lord,
and reachin' for the stars,
And losin' all he's loved along the way
But if this world keeps right on turnin'
for the better or the worse,
And all he ever gets is older and around
From the rockin' of the cradle
to the rollin' of the hearse,
The goin' up was worth the comin' down
He's a poet, he's a picker
He's a prophet, he's a pusher
He's a pilgrim and a preacher,
and a problem when he's stoned
He's a walkin' contradiction,
partly truth and partly fiction,
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction
on his lonely way back home.