Tablature pilgrim chapter 33 - Kris Kristofferson

          



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   PILGRIM CHAPTER 33 (Kris Kristofferson)

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   -- comp. K. Kristofferson, 1971 ("transcr./arr." tcg)

     --4/4 // Keys of G, A // Moderately

     --rhythm guitar: alternate bass (see Intro; ^ = downstrum; v = "upstrum")

    

   INTRO:   G   ^  v   G6    ^  v

         ||-----3--3---------3--3----||

         ||-----0--0---------0--0----||

         ||o----0--0---------0--0---o||

         ||o----0--0---0h2---2--0---o||

         ||--------------------------||

         ||--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)

             * 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]

    

            G             G               G              G

   See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,

            C              C                G        G

   Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile--

   C              C              G     <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--

           G                 G               G             G

   And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse,

    C                 D               G       G

   Searchin' for a shrine he's never found--

           C           C             G            G

   Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse,

              C            D                G        G

   Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down--

    

    

   CHORUS:

           C            C

   He's a poet, he's a picker--

            G              G

   He's a prophet, he's a pusher--

           D              D               D                 G

   He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned--

           C             C                G               G

   He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,

          D              D              D               G       G  

   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]

    

           A              A             A                 A

   He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars,

              D          D          A      A

   And he's traded in tomorrow for today--

    D                D                 A       <g#>     F#m

   Runnin' from his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the stars,

        B7              B7              E      E

   And losin' all he's loved along the way--

                A                    A               A              A

   But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse,

              D            E           A      A

   And all he ever gets is older and around--

             D               D            A              A

   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

           D            D

   He's a poet, he's a picker--

            A              A

   He's a prophet, he's a pusher--

           E              E               E                 A

   He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned--

           D             D                A               A

   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]

   |----------------------------------|---------------------/2-----------||

   |----------------------------------|---------------------/2-----------||

   |----------------------------------|-----2---------------/2-----------||

   |-------------------2---4---2------|---------------------/2-----------||

   |--0----2---3---4------------------|-------------0========0-----------||

   |----------------------------------|----------------------------------||

    home.

  

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 Pilgrim chapter 33, de Kris kristofferson 

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