Jason Isbell - The Pilgrim Chords

[Verse 1]
 
 C
 See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
          F            G7                  C       
 Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
 F                             C     Cmaj9/B        Am
 Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,
            D7                 D7           G
 Which he spent like they was goin' outa style
         C 
 And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse,
      F                 G7               C 
 He's Searchin' for a shrine he's never found
         F                        C  
 Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse,
            F            G                C 
 Or if the goin' up was worse than comin' down
  
  
[Chorus]

         F       
 He's a poet, he's a picker
          C 
 He's a prophet, he's a pusher
         G                                                C
 He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned
         F                              C               
 He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
        G                                            C   
 Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
  
  
  
[Verse 2]

         D             
 He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars,
            G        A7sus4            D      
 And he's traded in tomorrow for today
  G                                 D            Bm
 Runnin' from his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the stars,
      E7                              A
 And losin' all he's loved along the way
              D                    
 But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse,
            G            A           D
 And all he ever gets is older and around
           G                           D 
 From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse,
      G           A                D
 The goin' up was worth the comin' down
  
  
[Chorus]

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