THE PILGRIM
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WITH KRIS KRISTOFFERSON
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WRITER KRIS KRISTOFFERSON
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See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans
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Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
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Once he had a future full of money love and dreams
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Which he spent like they was going out of style
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And he keeps right on a changin' for the better or the worse
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And searchin' for a shrine he's never found
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Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse
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Or if the going up is worth to coming down
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He's a poet he's a picker he's a prophet he's a pusher
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He's a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he's stoned
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He's a walking contradiction partly truth and partly fiction
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Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home
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He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars
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And he's traded in tomorrow for today
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Runnin' from the devils Lord and reachin' for the stars
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And losin' all he loved along the way
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But if this world keeps right on turning for the better or the worse
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All he ever gets is older and around
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From the rocking of the cradle to the rolling of the hearse
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The going up was worth the coming down
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He's a poet he's a picker...
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There's lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home
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The Pilgrim
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| Jerry Lee Lewis |
