Southwestern Pilgrimage

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


A              D                 A/E        D/F#           G    A 
  I’m tired of drinking your muddy water, babe, 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 1:
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 SW pilgrimage where the middle class can't hunt me down no more.
 

Interlude 
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| G          | A          | G      A   | D          | 


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 make it so I can’t relax no more 
G        A                          G        A             D 
  but my stomach never hurt me much when I was sleepin’ on the floor. 


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 that it is time to either lay me down or fly. 
A          D       A/E          D/F#  G      A 
  So, it's out of my house and it's into my truckin’ clothes, 
G          A                                 G          A    D     D 
  I’m on a Southwestern pilgrimage where the wheel stops, nobody knows!