Southwestern Pilgrimage

Michael Martin Murphey

Tom original: D Capotraste: Sem capotraste Acordes: 5

(início)

| D     A/E  | D/F#   G   | A          | G          |
| A          | G      A   | D          | D          |

Verse 1

A              D**                 A/E**      D/F#**           G**    A
  I’m tired of drinking your muddy water, and sleepin’ in your hollow love.
G           A                        G**          A**         D
  I’m gonna take up with a stranger, get myself a fast-movin' dog.
A     D**          A/E**       D/F#**       G**   A
  Goodby you empty closets, my true love of seven years.
G          A                                G**      A**    D
  I’m on a Southwestern pilgrimage, to be a frontier   sonneteer.

Verse 2

A     D**           A/E**      D/F#**     G**  A
  Goodbye you auctioneers, you guillotine racketeers.
G     A                           G**         A**     D
  I’m looking for a holy man, out here on the old frontier.
A           D**          A/E**          D/F#**       G**        A
  I’m gonna take along a lady who ain’t never seen a mountain before.
G          A                                  G**                A**             D
  I’m on a Southwestern pilgrimage, where the middle class can't hunt me down no more.

Interlude

| A          | D     A/E  | D/F#   G   | A          |
| G          | A          | G      A   | D          |

Verse 3

A   D**                A/E**      D/F#**      G**       A
  I should have been a gypsy all along, and I know that now.
G       A                      G**        A**     D
  But I got slowed up, I let a city woman drag me down.
A         D**               A/E**             D/F#**       G**                A
  And the contracts and the circus acts, they made it so I couldn't relax any more,
G        A                          G**        A**             D
  but my stomach never hurt me much when I was sleepin’ on the floor.

Verse 4

A      D**           A/E**       D/F#**     G**            A
  That old buzzard’s flying all around that same old Texas sky,
G       A                         G**            A**            D
  and I take that as a sign, it's time to either lay me down or fly.
A              D**       A/E**  D/F#**  G**          A
  And so, it's out of my house, into my old truckin’ clothes.
G          A                                  G**          A**    D     D*
  I’m on a Southwestern pilgrimage. Where the wheel stops, nobody knows!

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