kris kristofferson

i watched a biography on kris kristofferson. i had no idea he wrote the song made famous by janis joplin "me and bobby mcgee" or that he wrote "sunday morning coming down" made famous by johnny cash. i didn't know he was from texas. honestly the only thing i knew about him before was that he was in that remake of a star is born with barbra streisand. part of that i'm sure is because i really don't know much about country music. let alone that he was part of the supergroup the highwaymen with cash, willie nelson, & waylon jennings. in his 70's the man is still performing. no he isn't perfect, but his daughter said something like he's had to lose it all, but now he has everything. here's the lyrics i copied unknowingly on my blog description. here are the words he wrote:

Kris Kristofferson The Pilgrim;Chapter 33 Lyrics

See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket & his jeans,

Wearin'yesterday's misfortunes like a smile--
Once he had a future full of money, love,& dreams,
Which he spent like they was goin' outa 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--
CHORUS:
He's a poet, he's a picker--
He's a prophet, he's a pusher--
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, & a problem when he's stoned--
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth & partly fiction,
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.

He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms & your bars,
And he's traded in tomorrow for today--
Runnin' from his devils, Lord, & 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--

CHORUS:
He's a poet, he's a picker--
He's a prophet, he's a pusher--
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, & a problem when he's stoned--
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth & 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.