Sam Roberts - The pilgrim

^DI'm a pilgrim like you I was only passing ^F#mthrough ^DYou'll never know my name You'll never walk in my ^F#mshoes ^{G D}I've been no use to my friends I've been no use to ^Amyself Now I'm ^Dlooking for ^Gproof that I ^F#main't someone ^Delse

^DI was too afraid to read the ^Gnewspaper ^DWorking in the basement of a ^Gskyscraper ^DThat's why I roll and you'll never know my ^Gname Oh ^Dno

^DI'm not here to feel the bones of some forgotten ^F#msaint ^DI know who I am, and I know who you ^F#main't ^{G D}Spent fifteen days in solitary conf^Ainement Digging a ^Ghole in the ^Dwall ^DThere's no escape, they said you need rea^Alignment Now you're ^Dpraying for ^Ghelp but they ^F#mdon't hear you ^Dcall

^DI was too afraid to read the ^Gnewspaper ^DWorking in the basement of a ^Gskyscraper ^DThat's why I roll and you'll never know my ^Gname Oh ^Dno

^DDestination, ^GI don't ^Dcare ^DI know I'll ^Gget there when I'm ^Dthere There's only one thing on my ^Gmind I've got more troubles than a diamond's got ^Dshine

^DMy shoes have kicked up dust from here to somewhere ^F#melse ^DIs this wanderlust or running from ^F#mmyself? ^{G D}My neck was in the noose, but now I've been cut ^Aloose ^DAnd put out to graze in delicate ^Apastures Now I'm ^Dwaiting for ^Gsomeone to ^F#mput me to ^Duse

^DI hope it's clear as crystal ^{G D}That the man with the pistol Is ^Gcalling all the ^Dshots these days Now I'll be on my ^Gway, oh ^D The self-fulfilling prophets ^{G D}They been lining their pockets And ^Gtelling me that ^Dit's alright But I just don't ^Gbuy it Oh ^Dno

^DDestination, ^GI don't ^Dcare ^DI know I'll ^Gget there when I'm ^Dthere There's only one thing on my ^Gmind I've got more troubles than a diamond's got ^Dshine

^DDestination, ^GI don't ^Dcare ^DI know I'll ^Gget there when I'm ^Dthere There's only one thing on my ^Gmind I've got more troubles than a diamond's got ^Dshine