The Pilgrim, Chapter 33 Lyrics

	作词 : Kristofferson
	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.

	zuo ci : Kristofferson
	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.

	zuò cí : Kristofferson
	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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