Kristofferson Kris - He's a poet, аккорды

VERSE 1:
           
G
               
G
                 
G
            
G
  
 See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans, 
           
C
                
C
                
G
   
G
  
 Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile-- 
  
C
                
C
                
G
             
Em
  
 Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams, 
             
A7
                   
A7
          
Dsus4
  
D
  
 Which he spent like they was goin' outa style-- 
          
G
                   
G
                 
G
           
G
  
 And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse, 
   
C
                   
D
                 
G
   
G
  
 Searchin' for a shrine he's never found-- 
          
C
             
C
               
G
         
G
  
 Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse, 
             
C
              
D
               
G
   
G
  
 Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down-- 
  
 CHORUS: 
          
C
              
C
  
 He's a poet, he's a picker-- 
           
G
                
G
  
 He's a prophet, he's a pusher-- 
          
D
                
D
                 
D
                
G
  
 He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned-- 
          
C
               
C
                  
G
              
G
  
 He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, 
         
D
                
D
                
D
          
G
  
G
    
 Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home. 
   
 
Asus4
  
Asus4
   
 VERSE 2:   
          
A
                
A
               
A
              
A
  
 He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars, 
             
D
            
D
         
A
    
A
  
 And he's traded in tomorrow for today-- 
   
D
                  
D
                 
A
            
F#m
  
 Runnin' from his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the stars, 
       
B7
                
B7
            
E
   
E
  
 And losin' all he's loved along the way-- 
               
A
                      
A
         
A
    
A
  
 But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better 
 or the worse, 
             
D
              
E
        
A
   
A
  
 And all he ever gets is older and around-- 
            
D
                 
D
              
A
            
A
  
 From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse, 
      
D
 (or 
Bm
)      
E
                  
A
    
A
  
 The goin' up was worth the comin' down-- 
   
 CHORUS:
          
D
              
D
  
 He's a poet, he's a picker-- 
           
A
                
A
  
 He's a prophet, he's a pusher-- 
          
E
                
E
                 
E
              
A
  
 He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned-- 
          
D
               
D
                  
A
              
A
  
 He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, 
         
E
                
E
                
E
       
A
    
A
 Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home. 
   
  
E
                              
E
                  
E
  
  There's a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.