Pilgrim, how you journey On the road you chose To find out why the winds die And where the stories go. All days come from one day That much you must
And how do I choose and where do I draw the line Between truth and necessary pain? And how do I know and where do I get my belief That things will be
I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this wearisome land And I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not (good Lordy it's not
I am a pilgrim and a stranger Travelling through this wearisome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good lord And it's not, not made by hand I'
(Fisher / Reid) I sat me down to write a simple story which maybe in the end became a song In trying to find the words which might begin it I found these
A pilgrim at the grey of dawn Leaving in the mist of morning On his journey of goodness Heaven sent, God blessed Pilgrim laughing at the world Spreading
Hey there gypsy, walk without a sound See those people try to put you down She's got wisdom inside her hand For no good reason, ever could be found With
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I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this wearisome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not not made by hand I got
Black cat crossed our path on little fog feet There's crows flying beside my window We left superstition on the roadside a few cities ago They spent our
THE PILGRIM WITH KRIS KRISTOFFERSON WRITER KRIS KRISTOFFERSON See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes
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
Beauty things sing to me As a chorus As a flock the wild seas Sway before us Hail as a hand is my mail The thrush is my love And the whale is a
I sat me down to write a simple story Which maybe in the end became a song In trying to find the words which might begin it I found these were the thoughts
I had a ticket to fly so I boarded a plane When a combat dressed stewardesses shouted my name I'm wanted alive yeah, I'm in for a trial It's minimum mercy
What we need isn't systems Or regulating plans But bigger guns to shoot with And a bigger type of man Ill will For good or ill, my iron will Is unrivaled
From the steamin' Mekong delta to the shores of Tonkin bay Bombs of jellied gasoline is making night as bright as day And the mogul's hard tank masters
