G
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
	C			       G
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
C			     G
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,
	 A				D
Which he spent like they was goin' outa style
G
And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse,
C		D		  G
Searchin' for a shrine he's never found
      C			         G
Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse,
	  C	      D		G
Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down


       C
He's a poet, he's a picker
       G
He's a prophet, he's a pusher
       D			    		       G
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned
       C			     G
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
       D			     		    G
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.


----- Key Change to A -----

	
       A
He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars,
	 D			A
And he's traded in tomorrow for today
D				   A
Runnin' from his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the stars,
    B7		            E
And losin' all he's loved along the way
A
But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse,
	   D			  A
And all he ever gets is older and around
	 D			      A
From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse,
    D		 E		  A
The goin' up was worth the comin' down


       D
He's a poet, he's a picker
       A
He's a prophet, he's a pusher
       E			    		       A
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned
       D			     A
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
       E			     		    A
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.

	  E				 		   A
There's a lotta wrong directions on that lonesome way back home