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
GGGG
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
CCGG
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile--
CCGEm
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,
A7A7D (...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--
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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--
DDAF#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) EAA
The goin' up was worth the comin' down--
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.
EEEA:coda riff
There's a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.