G _ _ _ I started writing this song about Chris Gantry,.
ended up writing about Dennis Hopper, _ Johnny Cash, _ .
_ _ Norman Norbert, Funky Donnie Fritt, Billy Swan,.
Bobby Newarth, Jerry Jeff Walker, and Paul Sebel,.
and _ Rambo and Jack Elliott had a lot to do with it.
_ _ _ _ _ _ See him wasted on the sidewalk.
in his jacket and his jeans.
wearing
C yesterday's misfortunes like
G a smile _ .
C Once he had a future full
G of money, love,
Em and dreams.
A which he spent like they was golden
D out of style.
And
G he keeps right on the change.
For the better or the worse.
C Searching
D for a shrine he's never
G found _ _ .
C Never knowing if believing
G is a blessing or a curse.
C If the going up
D was worth the
G coming down _ _ .
C He's a poet, he's a picker.
G He's a prophet, he's a pusher.
D He's a pilgrim and a preacher.
And a problem when
G he's stoned.
C He's a walking contradiction.
G Partly truth and partly fiction.
D Taking every wrong direction.
On his lonely way
G back home.
He _
A _ _ _ has tasted good and evil.
In your bedrooms and your bars.
And
D he's trading in tomorrow
A for today.
_ _ _
D Running from his devil's
A lord.
Reaching for
F#m the stars.
B Losing all the love
E along the way.
But if
A this world keeps right on turning.
For the better or the worse.
And
D all he ever
E gets is older
A and around.
_ From
D the rocking of the cradle.
To
A the rolling of the hearse.
D The going up
E was worth the
A coming down.
_ _
D He's a poet, he's a picker.
He's
A a prophet, he's a pusher.
E He's a pilgrim and a preacher.
And a problem when
A he's stoned.
He's
D a walking contradiction.
A Partly truth and partly fiction.
E Taking every wrong direction.
On his lonely way
A back home _ _ .
E There's a lot of wrong directions.
_ _ _
A _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .