| D A/E | D/F# G | A | G | | A | G A | D | D | [Verse 1] A D** A/E** D/F#** G** A I’m tired of drinking your muddy water, and sleepin’ in your hollow love. G A G** A** D I’m gonna take up with a stranger, get myself a fast-movin' dog. A D** A/E** D/F#** G** A Goodby you empty closets, my true love of seven years. G A G** A** D I’m on a Southwestern pilgrimage, to be a frontier sonneteer. [Verse 2] A D** A/E** D/F#** G** A Goodbye you auctioneers, you guillotine racketeers. G A G** A** D I’m looking for a holy man, out here on the old frontier. A D** A/E** D/F#** G** A I’m gonna take along a lady who ain’t never seen a mountain before. G A G** A** D I’m on a Southwestern pilgrimage, where the middle class can't hunt me down no more. [Interlude] | A | D A/E | D/F# G | A | | G | A | G A | D | [Verse 3] A D** A/E** D/F#** G** A I should have been a gypsy all along, and I know that now. G A G** A** D But I got slowed up, I let a city woman drag me down. A D** A/E** D/F#** G** A And the contracts and the circus acts, they made it so I couldn't relax any more, G A G** A** D but my stomach never hurt me much when I was sleepin’ on the floor. [Verse 4] A D** A/E** D/F#** G** A That old buzzard’s flying all around that same old Texas sky, G A G** A** D and I take that as a sign, it's time to either lay me down or fly. A D** A/E** D/F#** G** A And so, it's out of my house, into my old truckin’ clothes. G A G** A** D D* I’m on a Southwestern pilgrimage. Where the wheel stops, nobody knows!