Tom: G
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 D4 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
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
( A4 )
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 E A A
The goin' up was worth the comin' down
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 G# F#
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
