INTRO: G ^ v G6 ^ v
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INTRO Recitation (over riff above):
"I started out writin' this song about . . . [insert own music gods!]"
[Notes: * each chord name below = one entire "bum-chicky-bum-chicky";
* (...sus4) = add sus4 to 2nd half of measure)
* letters in < > are bass notes than can optionally be
incorporated into guitar accompaniment]
VERSE 1: [add sus4 to 2nd half of G measures at will]
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
C C G GWearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile--
C C G
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,
Which he spent like they was goin' outa style--
G G G GAnd he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse,
C D G GSearchin' for a shrine he's never found--
Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse,
C D G GOr if the goin' up was worth the comin' down--
CHORUS
He's a poet, he's a picker--
G GHe's a prophet, he's a pusher--
D D D GHe's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned--
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
D D D G GTakin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
[modulate whole-step up:] A (...sus4) A (...sus4)
VERSE 2: [add sus4 to 2nd half of A measures at will]
He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars,
D D A AAnd he's traded in tomorrow for today--
D D A
Runnin' from his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the stars,
And losin' all he's loved along the way--
A A A ABut if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse,
D E A AAnd all he ever gets is older and around--
From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse,
D(or Bm) E A A
The goin' up was worth the comin' down--
CHORUS
He's a poet, he's a picker--
A AHe's a prophet, he's a pusher--
E E E AHe's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned--
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
E E E A A / G# F#Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
E E E [A:coda riff]
There's a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.
CODA Riff: AM6
1 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 2 3 [hold]
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