Songtext The pilgrim [with kris kristofferson] Jerry Lee Lewis

The pilgrim [with kris kristofferson]

See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,
Which he spent like they was goin' outta style
And he keeps right on a-changin' for the better or the worse,Searchin' for a shrine he's never found
Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse,
Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down He's a poet, he's a pickerHe's a prophet, he's a pusherHe's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned--He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home. He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars,
And he's traded in tomorrow for todayRunnin' from his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the stars,
And losin' all he's loved along the way
But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse,
All he ever gets is older and around
From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse,
The goin' up was worth the comin' down He's a poet, he's a pickerHe's a prophet, he's a pusherHe's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stonedHe's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home. There's a lotta wrong directions on your lonesome way back home.