Michael Martin Murphey – Southwestern Pilgrimage (Guitar)

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https://open.spotify.com/track/6m4a8STNPij7Tv5ILsg1yN?si=a87e2bd1cb6b4a55 Worked out on request for svowtw from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in the US. Please: rate (stars left under sheet) or/and add favorite (heart right above) LEGEND: all chords for 4 beats except where ** (2 beats) [Intro] | D A/E | D/F# G | A | G | | A | G A | D | D | [Verse 1]
A              D**                 A/E**      D/F#**           G**    A
  I'm tired of drinking your muddy water, and sleepin' in your hollow love.

G           A                        G**          A**         D
  I'm gonna take up with a stranger, get myself a fast-movin' dog.

A     D**          A/E**       D/F#**       G**   A
  Goodby you empty closets, my true love of seven years.

G          A                                G**      A**    D
  I'm on a Southwestern pilgrimage, to be a frontier   sonneteer.
[Verse 2]
A     D**           A/E**      D/F#**     G**  A
  Goodbye you auctioneers, you guillotine racketeers.

G     A                           G**         A**     D
  I'm looking for a holy man, out here on the old frontier.

A           D**          A/E**          D/F#**       G**        A
  I'm gonna take along a lady who ain't never seen a mountain before.

G          A                                  G**                A**             D
  I'm on a Southwestern pilgrimage, where the middle class can't hunt me down no more.
[Interlude] | A | D A/E | D/F# G | A | | G | A | G A | D | [Verse 3]
A   D**                A/E**      D/F#**      G**       A
  I should have been a gypsy all along, and I know that now.

G       A                      G**        A**     D
  But I got slowed up, I let a city woman drag me down.

A         D**               A/E**             D/F#**       G**                A
  And the contracts and the circus acts, they made it so I couldn't relax any more,

G        A                          G**        A**             D
  but my stomach never hurt me much when I was sleepin' on the floor.
[Verse 4]
A      D**           A/E**       D/F#**     G**            A
  That old buzzard's flying all around that same old Texas sky,

G       A                         G**            A**            D
  and I take that as a sign, it's time to either lay me down or fly.

A              D**       A/E**  D/F#**  G**          A
  And so, it's out of my house, into my old truckin' clothes.

G          A                                  G**          A**    D     D*
  I'm on a Southwestern pilgrimage. Where the wheel stops, nobody knows!