Аккорды Kris Kristofferson - "He's a poet"

             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.