Kris Kristofferson - The pilgrim

^GSee him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans, Wearin' ^Cyesterday's misfortunes like a ^Gsmile ^COnce he had a future full of ^Gmoney, love, and dreams, Which he ^Aspent like they was goin' outa ^Dstyle ^GAnd he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse, ^CSearchin' for a ^Dshrine he's never^G found Never ^Cknowin' if believin' is a b^Glessin' or a curse, Or if the ^Cgoin' up was^D worth the comin'^G down

He's a ^Cpoet, he's a picker He's a ^Gprophet, he's a pusher He's a ^Dpilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's ^Gstoned He's a ^Cwalkin' contradiction, partly ^Gtruth and partly fiction, Takin' ^Dev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back ^Ghome.

He has ^Atasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars, And he's ^Dtraded in tomorrow for ^Atoday ^DRunnin' from his devils, Lord, and ^Areachin' for the stars, And ^B7losin' all he's loved al^Eong the way ^ABut if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse, And all he ^Dever gets is older and ^Aaround From the ^Drockin' of the cradle to the ^Arollin' of the hearse, The ^Dgoin' up was ^Eworth the comin'^A down

He's a ^Dpoet, he's a picker He's a ^Aprophet, he's a pusher He's a ^Epilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's ^Astoned He's a ^Dwalkin' contradiction, partly ^Atruth and partly fiction, Takin' ^Eev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back ^Ahome.

There's a ^Elotta wrong directions on that lonesome way back ^Ahome