Sam Roberts – The Pilgrim (Ukulele)

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I'm a pilgrim like you

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I was only passing through

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You'll never know my name

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You'll never walk in my shoes

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I've been no use to my friends

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I've been no use to myself

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Now I'm looking for proof that I ain't someone else

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I was too afraid to read the newspaper

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Working in the basement of a skyscraper

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That's why I roll and you'll never know my name

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Oh no

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I'm not here to feel the bones of some forgotten saint

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I know who I am, and I know who you ain't

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Spent fifteen days in solitary confinement

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Digging a hole in the wall

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There's no escape, they said you need realignment

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Now you're praying for help but they don't hear you call

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I was too afraid to read the newspaper

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Working in the basement of a skyscraper

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That's why I roll and you'll never know my name

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Oh no

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Destination, I don't care

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I know I'll get there when I'm there

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There's only one thing on my mind

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I've got more troubles than a diamond's got shine

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My shoes have kicked up dust from here to somewhere else

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Is this wanderlust or running from myself?

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My neck was in the noose, but now I've been cut loose

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And put out to graze in delicate pastures

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Now I'm waiting for someone to put me to use

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I hope it's clear as crystal

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That the man with the pistol

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Is calling all the shots these days

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Now I'll be on my way, oh

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The self-fulfilling prophets

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They been lining their pockets

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And telling me that it's alright

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But I just don't buy it

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Oh no

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Destination, I don't care

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I know I'll get there when I'm there

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There's only one thing on my mind

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I've got more troubles than a diamond's got shine

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Destination, I don't care

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I know I'll get there when I'm there

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There's only one thing on my mind

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I've got more troubles than a diamond's got shine