To Beat the Devil

Intro
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Verse 1 (spoken)
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 It was winter time in Nashville, down on music city row
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 And I was lookin' for a place to get myself out of the cold
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 To warm the frozen feelin' that was eatin' at my soul
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 And keep the chilly wind off my guitar


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 My thirsty wanted whisky, my hungry needed beans
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 But it'd been of month of paydays since I've heard that eagle scream
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 So with my stomach full of empty and a pocket full of dreams
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 I left my pride and stepped inside a bar


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 Actually I guess you could call it a Tavern
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 Cigarette smoke to the ceiling and sawdust on the floor
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 Friendly shadows


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  I saw that there was just one old man sittin' at the bar
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  And in the mirror I could see him checkin' me and my guitar
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  He turned and said "Come up here boy and show us what you are"
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  I said "I'm dry" and he brought me a beer


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 He nodded at my guitar and said "It's a tough life, ain't it"
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 I just looked at him, and he said "You ain't makin' any money, are ya?"
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 I said "You've been readin' my mail". He just smiled and said
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 Let me see your guitar, I've got something you want to hear.

 Then he laid it on me

Chorus
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If you waste your time a talkin' to the people who don't listen
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To the things that you are sayin', who do you think's gonna hear
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And if you should die explaining how the things that they complain about
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Are things they could be changin' who do you think's gonna care
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There were other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind
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Who were crucified for what they tried to show
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And their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of time
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Cause the truth remains that no one wants to know

Verse 2 (spoken)
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 Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his song before
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 Back when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door
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 When no one stood behind me but my shadow on the floor
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 And lonesome was more than a state of mind


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 You see, the devil haunts a hungry man
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 If you don't wanna join him you got to beat him
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 I ain't sayin' I beat the devil   but I drank his beer for nothing
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     Then I stole his song

Chorus
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And you still can hear me singin' to the people who don't listen
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To the things that I am sayin' prayin' someone’s gonna hear
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And I guess I'll die explaining how the things that they complain about
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Are things they could be changin' hopin' someone’s gonna care
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I was born a lowly singer, and I'm bound to die the same
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But I've got to feed the hunger in my soul
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And if I never have a nickel I won't ever die ashamed
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Cause I don't believe that no one wants to know
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