See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeansWearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smileOnce he had a future full of money love and dreamsWhich he spent like they was going out of styleAnd he keeps right on a changin' for the better or the worseAnd searchin' for a shrine he's never foundNever knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curseOr if the going up is worth to coming downHe's a poet he's a picker he's a prophet he's a pusherHe's a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he's stonedHe's a walking contradiction partly truth and partly fictionTaking every wrong direction on his lonely way back homeHe has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your barsAnd he's traded in tomorrow for todayRunnin' from the devils Lord and reachin' for the starsAnd losin' all he loved along the wayBut if this world keeps right on turning for the better or the worseAll he ever gets is older and aroundFrom the rocking of the cradle to the rolling of the hearseThe going up was worth the coming downHe's a poet he's a picker...There's lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home
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Kristoffer Kristofferson (Brownsville, Texas; 22 de junio de 1936-Hana, Hawái; 28 de septiembre de 2024) fue compositor de música country, actor y cantante estadounidense ilustre por canciones como Me and Bobby McGee, For the Good Times, Sunday Mornin' Comin'…
