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The Pilgrim (1999)

TRACK LISTING

  • Instrumental

  • Instrumental

  • am a lonesome pilgrim, far from home
    And what a journey I have known
    I might be tired and weary, but I am strong
    Pilgrims walk, but not alone

  • Way down in Harlan County
    On a cold and lonesome night
    A tormented man with a gun in his hand
    Went searching for his wife
    When he found her in another’s arms
    She began to scream and cry
    As he put the gun to his own head
    Said it’s time for me to die

    Her lover begged forgiveness
    From that woman’s man
    I swear to you, she never wore
    A ring upon her hand

    Her husband took a letter
    From his canvas overcoat
    Then before their eyes he killed himself
    And here is what he wrote

  • It was the perfect excuse to get drunk
    As if lately I’ve needed one
    It Was the perfect excuse to buy bullets
    For the barrel of my favorite gun
    It was the perfect way to show you
    How it feels inside of me
    And the perfect way to find out
    How it feels to set me free
    Reasons
    I keep looking for reasons
    I thought that I had loved you
    I did the best I could
    Reasons
    I keep looking for reasons
    I lost the reason for me living
    And that just ain’t no good

    I know that three’s a crowded room
    But really, this won’t take long
    I want to meet the man, help him to understand
    What he did when he broke up our home
    And I’ll be going now to a place I know
    That’s deep, dark and quiet
    Away from pain and the undying shame
    Of me and my unfaithful wife

    Reasons
    I keep looking for reasons
    I thought that I had loved you
    I did the best I could
    Reasons
    I keep looking for reasons
    I lost the reason for me living
    And that just ain’t no good
    I lost the reason for me living
    And that just ain’t no good

  • I didn’t know that she was married
    That part she didn’t tell
    Forget this town, ain’t hangin’ around
    Love can go to

  • Red, red wine and cheatin’ songs
    Lately this bar room’s where I call my home
    Somewhere, somehow, my baby went wrong
    Now it’s red, red wine and cheatin’ songs
    For ten long years, not one single drop
    Twelve months later, well I haven’t stopped
    I’m covering the misery of a good love grown cold
    And losing what’s left of my mind and soul to that
    Red, red wine and cheatin’ songs
    Lately this bar room’s where I call my home
    Somewhere, somehow, my baby went wrong
    Now it’s red, red wine and cheatin’ songs
    Cigarette smoke, powder and pain
    Can’t make up for what is and what ain’t
    When the truth starts to rumble and it starts to roar
    Then I ask the barmaid to pour me some more of that
    Red, red wine and cheatin’ songs
    Lately this bar room’s where I call my home
    Somewhere, somehow, my baby went wrong
    Now it’s red, red wine and cheatin’ songs
    Somewhere, somehow, my baby went wrong
    Now it’s red, red wine and cheatin’ songs

  • At a red hot truck stop with a dirt floor parking lot
    A waitress named Shirley
    Poured him some coffee and she said
    “Hello stranger where’re you going?
    I see the dust of where you’ve been
    Seems like the fire of trouble
    Claims you like the next of kin
    You look as new as tomorrow
    And the old as where you’re from
    If I’ve got it right and I think I might
    I believe that you’re a Pilgrim”

  • Under bridges, beneath trestles in the boxcars of dead trains
    Livin’ to beat the cold of the pouring driving rain
    A silent society moves out in the night
    Ragged rebels, homeless hobos and those like me
    Who’ve lost the light
    St. Peter is a prophet to all the hobo world
    An expert on everything From caviar to girls
    I met him west of Memphis on the 8th of July
    He handed me a can of beans and a rusty knife

    And he said “everything out here ain’t what it seems
    And when you’re down to nothing
    Just go ahead and dream
    Face the fact that you’re circle in a world full of squares
    Trading sorrows for tomorrows, now that’s the hobo’s prayer”

    Mother Mary is a lady from down in New Orleans
    She’s seen a lot of living since she was 17
    She said, “I’m bona fide and worldly wise, with original parts
    ‘cept for what set me to traveling, I’m talking about my heart”

    She said, “I can spot a broken heart from 20 miles away
    So are you passing through or have you come to stay
    You’re running from a woman,” she said with a grin
    “So what’ve you got to say” and I said
    I am a pilgrim

    Where everything out here ain’t what it seems
    When I’m down to nothing, I just go ahead and dream
    And face the fact that I’m a circle in a world full of squares
    Trading sorrows for tomorrows, that’s the hobo’s prayer
    Trading sorrows for tomorrows, that’s the hobo’s prayer

  • There’s just too much confusion, to get what’s really going on
    The truth is lying out there, and it’s covered up in stone
    I get a funny feeling that’s been rolling ’round in me
    I think it’s time to tell you that it’s time for me to leave
    It’s been fun, it has been a gas
    But it’s goin’ nowhere fast
    Somebody call my number and get me on the phone
    Lately I’ve been talking to myself, when I had me all alone
    Thinking I should start a fire and burn a bridge back into town
    It must be time to go back home
    ‘Cause I miss having me around
    It’s almost real, it could’ve been a blast
    But it’s goin’ nowhere fast

    I’m on a roll so I’ll keep rolling
    Gaining ground on my control
    While I need someone to lean on, a tender hand to hold
    As I scramble cross the beckon call of my own heart’s command
    I’ll fade and disappear into a sea of sinking sand
    Like a dark horse running from the past
    I’m goin’ nowhere fast
    I’m a dark horse running through the past
    I’m goin’ nowhere fast

  • Newspaper boy makin’ his rounds
    Spreadin’ the word all over town
    Drivin’ his car just as fast as it will go
    There’s papers in the driveway, papers in the yard
    Paper broke a window, he didn’t throw it that hard
    But it shattered like a dream down in the valley below
    Hey, quarter moon, well how was your night?
    Yeah well, any minute now God’s gonna hit them brights
    So if you stick around, don’t you say that you weren’t told
    Well, take it from me, you better grab your shades
    If He looks at you, ooh, well try not to look so afraid
    Just do the best that you can, but don’t you think that He won’t know
    Creosote’s drippin’ from the high line poles
    Fast as you can count ’em, 12 in a row
    Blessed accommodations for the daily observations of a crow
    Well, that cat down there, yeah, well he’s Louie the flea
    He’s married to a waitress by the name of Lora Lee
    When they scream and they holler, man they put on a show
    He’s a protected witness from a Detroit job
    Turned his best friend in, his name is Bob
    I know who got the time, but who do you think got the dough?
    Take a look at that pilgrim passin’ by
    He’s lookin’ for love, I can see it in his eyes
    He’s runnin’ ’round in circles, you can take it from me
    His shadow begs for mercy that every lost and found
    In city after city, town after town
    Tortured by the memory of a love he thought was supposed to be
    Creosote’s drippin’ from the high line poles
    Fast as you can count ’em, 12 in a row
    Blessed accommodations for the daily observations of a crow
    Well, I’m a genuine scoopologist, the name is Crow
    Sitting up here, watching the show
    In this one horse drive-through, forsaken, dried up piece of the world
    Well, it ain’t much but it’s my kingdom, it’s my home
    Even had a queen till that parakeet came along
    Fast talking, loud squawking, green feathered scrak took my girl, later

  • Instrumental

  • I heard the sound of a train out in the distance
    That takes me back to you
    The only heart I ever met, as pure as it was true
    Your kiss is still warm as wild mountain honey
    It lays so sweet on my mind
    And it helps me forget, the path of regret
    And the fool that left you behind
    Miles and miles of memories
    Flow through me like new scarlet wine
    And it’s sad but it’s true, that girl me and you
    Had the greatest love of all time

    Miles and miles of memories
    Flow through me like new scarlet wine
    And it’s sad but it’s true, that girl me and you
    Had the greatest love of all time
    Had the greatest love of all time

  • Instrumental

  • Scared, I’ve been scared, out here on my own
    Lost, I’ve been lost, a million miles from home
    Running, tired of running, that’s all I seem to do
    Nothing, I ain’t nothing, baby without you
    I’m draggin’ around these chains of love
    And I think I’ve had enough
    Without you I ain’t that tough
    Draggin’ around these chains of love

    Tired, I’m tired, tired of missing you
    Lonesome, lonesome, lonesome through and through
    Hurt, yeah it hurt, when my heart broke in two
    Hope, I keep hoping, that’s all I know to do

    I’m draggin’ around these chains of love
    And I think I’ve had enough
    Without you I ain’t that tough
    Draggin’ around these chains of love

    I’m draggin’ around these chains of love
    And I think I’ve had enough
    Without you I ain’t that tough
    Draggin’ around these chains of love

  • I am a lonesome pilgrim far from home
    What a journey I had known
    I might be tired and weary but I am strong
    Pilgrim [Incomprehensible] but not alone

  • Sometimes the only thing to do is turn around and go back home
    When every way there is to turn has vanished and is gone
    I’ve used up every trick that I had hidden up my sleeve
    Think it’s time I reconcile with what I had to leave
    In a little country graveyard, in the middle of the night
    I’m kneeling by the memory of the one who gave me life
    She always knew me better than I’ll ever know myself
    I keep hearing her and Jesus say “Surrender son and rest”

    Redemption, like the moon tonight, hangs pretty, soft and low
    And how it’s been up until now don’t matter anymore
    In the middle of this darkness, I see a light that shines
    Like a beacon of forgiveness saying “Pilgrim, all is fine”
    There’s one more journey left for me, that’s all that’s left to do
    And in the dirt he wrote a simple note that said, “momma I love you”

  • Instrumental

  • Then move the trees, the copses nod
    Wings flutter, voices hover clear
    “O just and faithful knight of God!
    Ride on! The prize is near”

    So pass I hostel, hall and grange
    By bridge and ford, by park and pale
    All armed I ride, whatever betide
    Until I find the holy Grail

    Said the lonesome pilgrim far from home

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