VERSE 1:
G G G G
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
C C G G
Wearin’ yesterday’s misfortunes like a smile–
C C G Em
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,
A7 A7 Dsus4 D
Which he spent like they was goin’ outa style–
G G G G
And he keeps right on a’changin’ for the better or the worse,
C D G G
Searchin’ for a shrine he’s never found–
C C G G
Never knowin’ if believin’ is a blessin’ or a curse,
C D G G
Or if the goin’ up was worth the comin’ down–
CHORUS:
C C
He’s a poet, he’s a picker–
G G
He’s a prophet, he’s a pusher–
D D D G
He’s a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he’s stoned–
C C G G
He’s a walkin’ contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
D D D G G
Takin’ ev’ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
Asus4 Asus4
VERSE 2:
A A A A
He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars,
D D A A
And he’s traded in tomorrow for today–
D D A F#m
Runnin’ from his devils, Lord, and reachin’ for the stars,
B7 B7 E E
And losin’ all he’s loved along the way–
A A A A
But if this world keeps right on turnin’ for the better
or the worse,
D E A A
And all he ever gets is older and around–
D D A A
From the rockin’ of the cradle to the rollin’ of the hearse,
D (or Bm) E A A
The goin’ up was worth the comin’ down–
CHORUS:
D D
He’s a poet, he’s a picker–
A A
He’s a prophet, he’s a pusher–
E E E A
He’s a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he’s stoned–
D D A A
He’s a walkin’ contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
E E E A A
Takin’ ev’ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
E E E
There’s a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.
G G G G
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
C C G G
Wearin’ yesterday’s misfortunes like a smile–
C C G Em
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,
A7 A7 Dsus4 D
Which he spent like they was goin’ outa style–
G G G G
And he keeps right on a’changin’ for the better or the worse,
C D G G
Searchin’ for a shrine he’s never found–
C C G G
Never knowin’ if believin’ is a blessin’ or a curse,
C D G G
Or if the goin’ up was worth the comin’ down–
CHORUS:
C C
He’s a poet, he’s a picker–
G G
He’s a prophet, he’s a pusher–
D D D G
He’s a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he’s stoned–
C C G G
He’s a walkin’ contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
D D D G G
Takin’ ev’ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
Asus4 Asus4
VERSE 2:
A A A A
He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars,
D D A A
And he’s traded in tomorrow for today–
D D A F#m
Runnin’ from his devils, Lord, and reachin’ for the stars,
B7 B7 E E
And losin’ all he’s loved along the way–
A A A A
But if this world keeps right on turnin’ for the better
or the worse,
D E A A
And all he ever gets is older and around–
D D A A
From the rockin’ of the cradle to the rollin’ of the hearse,
D (or Bm) E A A
The goin’ up was worth the comin’ down–
CHORUS:
D D
He’s a poet, he’s a picker–
A A
He’s a prophet, he’s a pusher–
E E E A
He’s a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he’s stoned–
D D A A
He’s a walkin’ contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
E E E A A
Takin’ ev’ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
E E E
There’s a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.
