The Pilgrim, Chapter 33

         G             G               G              G
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans
         C              C                G        G
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
C              C              G             Em
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams
           A7                 A7          D4         D
Which he spent like they was goin' outa style
        G                 G               G             G
And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse
 C                 D               G       G
Searchin' for a shrine he's never found
        C           C             G            G
Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse
           C            D                G        G
Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down

        C            C
He's a poet, he's a picker
         G              G
He's a prophet, he's a pusher
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        D              D               D                 G
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned
        C             C                G               G
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction
       D              D              D               G       G
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home

( A4 )

        A              A             A                 A
He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars
           D          D          A      A
And he's traded in tomorrow for today
 D                D                 A            F#m
Runnin' from his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the stars
     B7              B7              E      E
And losin' all he's loved along the way
             A                    A               A              A
But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse
           D            E           A      A
And all he ever gets is older and around
          D               D            A              A
From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse
     D            E                A       A
The goin' up was worth the comin' down

        D            D
He's a poet, he's a picker
         A              A
He's a prophet, he's a pusher
        E              E               E                 A
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned
        D             D                A               A
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction
       E              E              E               A        A  G# F#
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home
E                            E                E
    There's a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home