INTRO: G ^ v G6 ^ v
e||-----3--3---------3--3----||
B||-----0--0---------0--0----||
G||o----0--0---------0--0---o||
D||o----0--0---0h2---2--0---o||
A||--------------------------||
E||--3-----------------------||
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)
VERSE 1: (add sus4 to 2nd half of G measures at will)
GGGG
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
CCGG
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile--
CCGG/F#Em
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,
A7 A7 D (...sus4) D
Which he spent like they was goin' outa style--
GGGG
And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse,
CDGG
Searchin' for a shrine he's never found--
CCGG
Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse,
CDGG
Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down--
CHORUS:
CC
He's a poet, he's a picker--
GG
He's a prophet, he's a pusher--
DDDG
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned--
CCGG
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
DDDGG
Takin' 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)
AAAA
He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars,
DDAA
And he's traded in tomorrow for today--
DDAA/G#F#m
Runnin' from his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the stars,
B7B7EE
And losin' all he's loved along the way--
AAAA
But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse,
DEAA
And all he ever gets is older and around--
DDAA
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
DD
He's a poet, he's a picker--
AA
He's a prophet, he's a pusher--
EEEA
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned--
DDAA
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
EEEAA / 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)
E|----------------------------------|---------------------/2-----------| |
B|----------------------------------|---------------------/2-----------| |
G|----------------------------------|-----2---------------/2-----------| |
D|-------------------2---4---2------|---------------------/2-----------| |
A|--0----2---3---4------------------|-------------0========0-----------| |
E|----------------------------------|----------------------------------| |
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