Тональность
G See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans, C G G Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile, C G Em Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams, A D Which he spent like they was goin' outa style 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 G Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse, C D G Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down - CHORUS: C He's a poet, he's a picker - G He's a prophet, he's a pusher - D G He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned - C G He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, D G Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home. A He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars, D A D And he's traded in tomorrow for today - D A Fm Runnin' from his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the stars, B7 E And losin' all he's loved along the way - E A But if this world keeps right on turnin for the better or the worse D E A And all he gets is older and around - D 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 He's a poet, he's a picker - A He's a prophet, he's a pusher - E A He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned - D A He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, E A Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home. E A There's a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.
