The Pilgrim Ukulele tab

	  
verse 1 
  
 C 
 See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans, 
          F            G7                  C        
 Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile 
 F                             C     C9/B        Am 
 Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams, 
            D7                 D7           G 
 Which he spent like they was goin' outa style 
         C  
 And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse, 
      F                 G7               C  
 He's Searchin' for a shrine he's never found 
         F                        C   
 Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse, 
            F            G                C  
 Or if the goin' up was worse than comin' down 
   
         F        
 He's a poet, he's a picker 
          C  
 He's a prophet, he's a pusher 
         G                                                C 
 He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned 
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 He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, 
        G                                            C    
 Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home. 
    
verse 2 

         D              
 He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars, 
            G        A7sus4            D       
 And he's traded in tomorrow for today 
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 Runnin' from his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the stars, 
      E7                              A 
 And losin' all he's loved along the way 
              D                     
 But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse, 
            G            A           D 
 And all he ever gets is older and around 
           G                           D  
 From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse, 
      G           A                D 
 The goin' up was worth the comin' down 

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