The Pilgrim: Chapter 33 - Live

(I started writin' the song about Chris Gantry)
 (Ended up writin' about Dennis Hopper)
 (And Johnny Cash and Norman Norbert)
 (Funky Donny Fritts and Billy Swan Bobby Neuwirth)
 (And Jerry Jeff Walker and Paul Siebel)
 (And Ramblin' Jack Elliot had a lot to do with it)
 See him wasted on the sidewalk
 In his jacket and his jeans
 Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
 Once he had a future full of money love and dreams
 Which he spent like they was goin' out of style
 And he keeps right on a changin'
 For the better or the worse
 Searchin' for a shrine he's never found
 Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse
 Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down
 He's a poet and he's a picker
 He's a prophet and he's a pusher
 He's a pilgrim and a preacher
 And a problem when he's stoned
 He's a walkin' contradiction
 Partly truth and partly fiction
 Takin' every wrong direction
 On his lonely way back home
 He has tasted good and evil
 In your bedrooms and your bars
 And he's traded in tomorrow for today
 Runnin' from his devils, Lord
 And reachin' for the stars
 And losin' all he loved along the way
 But if this world keeps right on turnin'
 For the better or the worse
 And all he ever gets is older and around
 From the rockin' of the cradle
 To the rollin' of the hearse
 The goin' up was worth the comin' down
 He's a poet and he's a picker
 He's a prophet and he's a pusher
 He's a pilgrim and a preacher
 And a problem when he's stoned
 He's a walkin' contradiction
 Partly truth and partly fiction
 Takin' every wrong direction
 On his lonely way back home
 There's lotta wrong directions
 On that lonely way back home