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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]
SOL SOL SOL SOL
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
DO DO SOL SOL
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile--
C C G Em
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,
LA7 LA7 RE ( sus4) RE
Which he spent like they was goin' outa style--
SOL SOL SOL SOL
And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse,
DO RE SOL SOL
Searchin' for a shrine he's never found--
DO DO SOL SOL
Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse,
DO RE SOL SOL
Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down--
CHORUS
DO DO
He's a poet, he's a picker--
SOL SOL
He's a prophet, he's a pusher--
RE RE RE SOL
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned--
DO DO SOL SOL
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
RE RE RE SOL SOL
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]
LA LA LA LA
He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars,
RE RE LA LA
And he's traded in tomorrow for today--
D D A F#m
Runnin' from his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the stars,
SI7 SI7 MI MI
And losin' all he's loved along the way--
LA LA LA LA
But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse,
RE MI LA LA
And all he ever gets is older and around--
RE RE LA LA
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
RE RE
He's a poet, he's a picker--
LA LA
He's a prophet, he's a pusher--
MI MI MI LA
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned--
RE RE LA LA
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
MI MI MI LA LA / SOL# FA#
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]
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