Kris Kristofferson – The Pilgrim, Chapter 33

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About The Song

“The Pilgrim, Chapter 33” is a song by Kris Kristofferson, featured on the album “The Silver Tongued Devil and I,” released in 1971. This song is often regarded as one of Kristofferson’s most special works and is an important part of his musical legacy.

“The Pilgrim, Chapter 33” tells the story of a traveler known as “The Pilgrim” who journeys far and wide in search of meaning in life and personal enlightenment. The pilgrim’s story is intertwined with themes of love and suffering, portraying maturity and a quest for profound meaning.

The song is known for its profound lyrics, social commentary, and Kris Kristofferson’s distinctive melody. It has garnered praise from both musicians and fans alike and has been covered by various artists over the decades. “The Pilgrim, Chapter 33” is considered one of Kris Kristofferson’s most famous and influential songs.

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Lyrics

See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,Wearin’ yesterday’s misfortunes like a smileOnce he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,Which he spent like they was goin’ outta styleAnd he keeps right on a’changin’ for the better or the worse,Searchin’ for a shrine he’s never foundNever 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 stonedHe’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 wayBut if this world keeps right on turnin’ for the better or the worse,And 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 that lonely way back home.