Jason Isbell – The Pilgrim (Guitar)

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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 goin' outa style

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 And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse,

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 He's 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 goin' up was worse than comin' down

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 He's a poet, he's a picker

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 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 walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,

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 Takin' ev'ry 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 his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the stars,

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 And losin' all he's loved along the way

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 But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse,

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 And all he ever gets is older and around

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 From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse,

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 The goin' up was worth the comin' down

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 He's a poet, he's a picker

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 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 walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,

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 Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.

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