(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
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Take a turn, take a turn Take our fortune, take our fortune They called the clip a two-headed cow Your hate clipped and distant
This line is burning Turning to ash as it hits the air Every step is a day in the week It's a Sunday or Monday A march over months of the year This life
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
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
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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Pilgrim, those are dry and bitter tears And lonely eyes look way beyond your years Pilgrim, did you drink the mercury? Your lips turn blue and you're
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
Brecker, Brecker was the best, Brecker, Why didn't you last, Brecker, We didn't you to past, away, Brecker, Can broadcast, from up there. Brecker, Rest
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
In my traveling heart, there's an urge to see Foreign lands, alien birds and new stories that no one heard To stick a pin in the globe and to believe