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Introduction
“See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans, wearing yesterday’s misfortune like a smile…” That’s how “The Pilgrim, Chapter 33” starts—right from the first line, you’re drawn into a vivid picture of a man who’s seen it all. There’s something poetic and profoundly honest about how Kris Kristofferson captures the contradictions of a life lived on the edge. This song is more than just a piece of music; it’s a portrait of people who are complex, flawed, and undeniably human.
Written by Kristofferson in 1971, “The Pilgrim, Chapter 33” is one of those rare songs that feels more like a soul-searching conversation than a performance. What makes it so compelling is that it’s semi-autobiographical. Kris himself admitted that the song is a collection of traits taken from people he knew and admired—the outlaws, the rebels, and the dreamers. But it’s also a reflection of his own struggles and contradictions. There’s an authenticity that’s hard to replicate, a vulnerability that resonates deeply.
The title itself is intriguing—“Chapter 33.” Why that particular chapter? It hints at the idea that this song is just a snapshot of a much larger story. Life, after all, is a series of chapters, and each one reveals something different about who we are and where we’ve been. In this chapter, Kristofferson zeroes in on the people who chase dreams with one hand while dealing with their demons in the other.
What’s interesting is the way Kris describes the “Pilgrim.” He’s not just one person; he’s a composite of many. The lyrics, “He’s a poet, he’s a picker, he’s a prophet, he’s a pusher,” paint a multifaceted picture that shows us the light and dark sides of the human spirit. He’s someone who can be both kind and reckless, both hopeful and broken. This duality is what gives the song its emotional weight. It’s not just about celebrating the free spirit but also acknowledging the cost of living that way.
Musically, “The Pilgrim, Chapter 33” is rooted in a blend of country and folk, with a stripped-down arrangement that allows the lyrics to shine. The melody is gentle and reflective, almost like a lullaby for lost souls. Kristofferson’s voice, with its gravelly warmth, adds to the sense of intimacy. You get the feeling that he’s confiding in you, sharing these stories like secrets passed between friends.
One of the most compelling aspects of this song is its timeless relevance. It speaks to anyone who’s ever felt caught between who they are and who they want to be. It’s about the people who take risks, make mistakes, and still keep pushing forward. The song’s appeal lies in its ability to make you feel understood, no matter where you are on your journey.
“The Pilgrim, Chapter 33” may not have been a chart-topping hit, but it’s a piece of music that stands the test of time because it’s real. It doesn’t offer easy answers or neat conclusions. Instead, it leaves you pondering, maybe even questioning your own life choices. And that’s the beauty of it. It’s a song for the searchers, the wanderers, and the restless hearts who refuse to settle.
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Lyrics
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,
Which he spent like they was goin’ outta 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.
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,
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.
There’s a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.