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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
? But now the lights from the town are fading with radio There's another song playing, and we can hear it in the wind outside We listen, Pilgrims We
THE PILGRIM WITH KRIS KRISTOFFERSON WRITER KRIS KRISTOFFERSON See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes
the goin' up was worth the comin' down He's a poet, oh, he's a picker, he's a prophet, he's a pusher He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when
I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay And patiently stood by his tomb When in a low whisper I heard something say How sweetly I sleep here alone
thrush is my love And the whale is a snail Sailors dance in a trance On the ocean Fairy lights in her eyes Tame the water With the morn we mount and ride Pilgrims
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
Jihad, I'm getting mad And there's no fuel left for the pilgrims Jihad, I'm getting mad And there's no fuel left for the pilgrims And you can shake
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
Yeah, I heard a phone ring from deep down within A friendly voice whistling under my skin Yeah, I have to stop my enterprise below But I'm not so sure
I'll start your day with a shock See you one of these days 'bout 12 o'clock The world will turn into a little rock And it's going to fall down with the
Huh, c'mon tell us about her She is two of a kind and she is mine and I tell you I love her She is a six hole golf course, uh uh uh, I need her Double
Mumbling good morning and raising my head A bad breath kiss to my pillow pet Takes a look at the day And turns and stay in bed Open my eyes when the
Yeah, you like a man when his mind is strong When his ego's so high he couldn't be wrong You like a man when he's right at the top When his ego is growing
