The Prophet

<i>Intro:</i>      ^  v       ^  v ||-----3--3---------3--3----|| ||-----0--0---------0--0----|| ||o----0--0---------0--0---o|| ||o----0--0---0h2---2--0---o|| ||--------------------------|| ||--3-----------------------||  INTRO Recitation (over riff above):      "I started out writin’ this song about . . . insert own music gods!"    Notes: * each chord name below = one entire "bum-chicky-bum-chicky";            * (...sus4) = add sus4 to 2nd half of measure)            * letters in  are bass notes than can optionally be                incorporated into guitar accompaniment  verse 1: add sus4 to 2nd half of measures at will  See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans  Wearin’ yesterday’s misfortunes like a smile--     Once he had a future full of money love and dreams                                         (...sus4)      Which he spent like they was goin’ outa style--  And he keeps right on a’changin’ for the better or the worse  Searchin’ for a shrine he’s never found--    Never knowin’ if believin’ is a blessin’ or a curse  Or if the goin’ up was worth the comin’ down--     =  He’s a poet he’s a picker--  He’s a prophet he’s a pusher--  He’s a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he’s stoned--  He’s a walkin’ contradiction partly truth and partly fiction  Takin’ ev’ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.      modulate whole-step up:   (...sus4)     (...sus4)  verse 2: add sus4 to 2nd half of A measures at will  He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars  And he’s traded in tomorrow for today--  Runnin’ from his devils Lord and reachin’ for the stars  And losin’ all he’s loved along the way--     But if this world keeps right on turnin’ for the better or the worse  And all he ever gets is older and around--  From the rockin’ of the cradle to the rollin’ of the hearse       (or )                              The goin’ up was worth the comin’ down--  He’s a poet he’s a picker--  He’s a prophet he’s a pusher--  He’s a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he’s stoned--  He’s a walkin’ contradiction partly truth and partly fiction                                                             /     Takin’ ev’ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.                                                           :coda riff      There’s a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.   CODA Riff:                                                   1    2   &   3   &   4   &           1        2       3 hold |----------------------------------|---------------------/2-----------|| |----------------------------------|---------------------/2-----------|| |----------------------------------|-----2---------------/2-----------|| |-------------------2---4---2------|---------------------/2-----------|| |--0----2---3---4------------------|-------------0========0-----------|| |----------------------------------|----------------------------------||   home.