born there). I feel just like a Boogie Pilgrim, oh, huh, yeah Boogie Pilgrim, hustled to get it, to get it together. Down on the jive talk, down on the weather. Boogie Pilgrim, oh, brother I never
day . I made my mind up a long time ago, . Got to keep on weaving my way. . Like a late night pilgrim. Looking for redemption in the underground. Lord, won't you help a late night pilgrim. When
I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay. And patiently stood by his tomb. When in a low whisper I heard something say. How sweetly I sleep here alone The tempest may howl and the loud
I am a pilgrim and a stranger. Traveling through this wearisome land. I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord. And it's not, not made by hand I've got a mother, sister and a brother. Who
I am a pilgrim and a stranger. Traveling through this worrisome land. I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord. And it's not ( Good Lord but it's not) not made by hand I've got a mother, a
to coming 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 walking contradiction partly truth and partly fiction
to coming 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 walking contradiction partly truth and partly fiction
