Jason Isbell - The pilgrim

^CSee him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans, Wearin' y^Festerday's mi^G7sfortunes like a smi^Cle ^FOnce he had a future full of m^Coney, ^Cmaj9/Blove, and dream^Ams, Which he sp^D7ent like they was g^D7oin' outa sty^Gle And he k^Ceeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse, He's ^FSearchin' for a sh^G7rine he's never f^Cound Never kn^Fowin' if believin' is a b^Clessin' or a curse, Or if the g^Foin' up was w^Gorse than comin' ^Cdown

He's a p^Foet, he's a picker He's a pr^Cophet, he's a pusher He's a p^Gilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's st^Coned He's a w^Falkin' contradiction, partly tr^Cuth and partly fiction, Takin' ^Gev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back ^Chome.

He has t^Dasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars, And he's tr^Gaded in t^A7sus4omorrow for today ^D R^Gunnin' from his devils, Lord, and ^Dreachin' for ^Bmthe stars, And l^E7osin' all he's loved along the w^Aay But if this w^Dorld keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse, And all he ^Gever gets is ^Aolder and ar^Dound From the r^Gockin' of the cradle to the ^Drollin' of the hearse, The g^Goin' up was ^Aworth the comin' ^Ddown

He's a p^Goet, he's a picker He's a pr^Dophet, he's a pusher He's a p^Ailgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's ^Dstoned-- He's a w^Galkin' contradiction, partly t^Druth and partly fiction, Takin' ^Aev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back ^Dhome.

^A There's a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.