The Prophet – Chapter 33 --- Kris Kristofferson
See him [G]wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans
Wearin’ [C]yesterday’s misfortunes like a [G]smile.
[C]Once he had a future full of [G]money, love, and [Em]dreams
Which he [A7]spent like they was goin’ out of [D]style.
And he [G]keeps right on a-changin’ for the better or the worse,
[C]Searchin’ for a [D]shrine he’s never [G]found.
Never [C]knowin’ if believin’ is a [G]blessin’ or a curse,
Or if the [C]goin’ up was [D]worth the comin’ [G]down.
He’s a [C]poet – he’s a picker.
He’s a [G]prophet – he’s a pusher.
He’s a [D]pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he’s [G]stoned.
He’s a [C]walkin’ contradiction, partly [G]truth and partly fiction,
Takin’ [D]ev’ry wrong direction on his lonely way back [G]home.
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He has [A]tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars,
And he’s [D]traded in tomorrow for to-[A]day.
[D]Runnin’ from his devils, Lord, and [A]reachin’ for the [F#m]stars,
And [B7]losin’ all he’s loved along the [E]way.
But this [A]world keeps right on turnin’ for the beter or the worse,
And all he [D]ever gets is [E]older and a-[A]round.
From the [D]rockin’ of the cradle to the [A]rollin’ of the hearse,
The [D]goin’ up was [E]worth the comin’ [A]down.
He’s a [D]poet – he’s a picker.
He’s a [A]prophet – he’s a pusher.
He’s a [E]pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he’s [A]stoned.
He’s a [D]walkin’ contradiction, partly [A]truth and partly fiction,
Takin’ [E]ev’ry wrong direction on his lonely way back [A]home.
There’s a [E]lotta wrong directions ---
and he’s taken every damned one of ‘em. [A]