Текст (слова) песни: kristofferson kris - The Pilgrim; Chapter 33
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` outa 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-- CHORUS: 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--
CHORUS: 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. There`s a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.
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