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Live Dates (1973)
1973
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The Pilgrim
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In the fire, the king will come.
Thunder rolls, piper and drum.
Evil sons, overrun,
Count their sins - judgment comes.

The checkerboard of nights and days -
Man will die, man be saved.
The sky will fall, the earth will pray,
When judgment comes to claim its day.


See the word of the prophet
On a stone in his hand.
Poison pen revelation,
Or just a sign in the sand?


The checkerboard of nights and days -
Man will die, man be saved.
The sky will fall, the earth will pray,
When judgment comes to claim its day.


See the word of the prophet
On a stone in his hand.
Poison pen revelation,
Or just a sign in the sand?

. . .


I'm leaving to search for something new,
Leaving everything I ever knew.
A hundred years in the sunshine
Hasn't taught me all there is to know.

In the valley, we will gather there,
Helpless in our surrender.
Tomorrow the plow becomes the sword -
Make us stronger in our danger.

Time will pass away,
Time will guard our secret.
I'll return again
To fight another day.

I'd have to be a warrior -
A slave I couldn't be -
A soldier and a conqueror,
Fighting to be free.
(Repeat three times)

. . .


Throw down the sword,
The fight is done and over,
Neither lost, neither won.
To cast away the fury of the battle
And turn my weary eyes for home.

There were times when I stood at death's own door
Only hoping for an answer.

Throw down the sword,
And leave the glory -
A story time can never change.
To walk the road, the load I have to carry -
A journey's end, a wounded soul.

There were times when I stood at death's own door
Only searching for an answer.

. . .


It happened in an open field
Down in a southern state
And no one knows the reasons why
Some would say it's hate
They shot the guy who sold the dogs
It came as some surprise
And to the lady standing there
Brought sadness to her eyes

She's a rock and roll widow living in this town
Another rock and roll widow since they gunned him down

The heat of the day still hung around
As night began to fall
The sheriff came up from the town
In answer to the call
The band played on in darkness
Not knowing what to do
As people ran from side to side
Just looking for a clue

She's a rock and roll widow living in this town
Another rock and roll widow since they gunned him down

. . .


We'll be leaving this town in the morning
Tomorrow we'll be able to see
I've seen enough of the city
And she's had enough out of me

Say if I climbed to the mountains
Would you still follow me there
Steal me away in an echo
The mountains will always be there

I'm turning my sights on the country
I've sold everything that I own
I'm heading away from the bright lights
Looking for where the wind blows

Say if I climbed to the mountains
Would you still follow me there
Steal me away in an echo
The mountains will always be there

. . .


You got me running
You got me hiding
You got me run, hide, hide, run
Anywhere you want me to go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You got me doin' what you want, babe
Baby, what you want me to do

I'm goin' up
I'm goin down
I'm goin' up, down , down, up
Any way you want me to go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You got me doin' what you want, babe
Baby, what you want me to do

. . .

The Pilgrim

[No lyrics]

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I thought I had a girl
I know, because I seen her.
Her hair was golden brown
Blowin' free like a cornfield.

She was far away
I found it hard to reach her.
She told me "You can try"
But it's impossible to find her.

In my dreams everything was alright.
In your schemes you can only try.

I thought I had a girl
I know, because I seen her.
Her hair was golden brown
Blowin' free like a cornfield.

. . .


I'm wondering why your face no longer shines,
I'm wondering why your face no longer shines.
I'm wondering why
You're always on my mind.
I'm stll wondering
Give me a little more time.

I need to know why I can't see your tears,
I need to know why I can't see your tears.
I need to know how many lonesome years
I want to make you cast away your fears.

. . .


Lady Whiskey, such a sad sight, stumblin' as she walks.
She even hates herself sometimes.
Keep her clear, for it's Saturday night.

Drowns her sorrow, eases her pain,
Waits for tomorrow, when she'll do the same again.

Lady Whiskey's got a man, her man is just like her -
Tries to fit the key in the door
When he comes home Saturday night.

Drowns his sorrow, eases his pain,
Waits for tomorrow, when he'll do the same again.

Lady Whiskey's got a son, got a daughter, too.
Son don't play, but the daughter's on the way
When she comes home Saturday night.

Lady Whiskey, she gets sick when she goes downtown.
One day drink's gonna put her down -
She won't come home Saturday night.

. . .


Bird rise high from the cinders
Leave it all far behind
All the ruins and the fire

Bird raise your head from the ashes
Many men lay dead
You can see them like I

Phoenix rise
Raise your head to the sky

. . .


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