To Beat The Devil

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It was winter time in Nashville, down on music row
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And I was looking for a place to get myself out of the cold
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To warm the frozen feeling that was eating at my soul
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And keep the chilly wind off me and my guitar

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Well, my thirsty wanted whisky; and my hungry needed beans
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But it'd been of month of paydays since I'd heard that eagle scream
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So with a 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'd could call it a Tavern
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Cigarette smoke to the ceiling, sawdust on the floor friendly shadows

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Well, I saw that there was just one old man, that was sitting at the bar
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And in the mirror I could see him checking me and my guitar
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An' he turned and said: "Come up here boy, and show us what you are
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I said: "I'm dry." He bought me a beer

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Then 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 making any money, are you?"
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I said: "You've been reading my mail"
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He just smiled and said: "Let me see that guitar, I've got something you oughta hear"
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Then he laid it on me

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If you waste your time a-talking to the people who don't listen
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To the things that you are saying, who do you think's going to 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 changing who do you think's going to 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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All the truth remains that no-one wants to know

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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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And if you don't wanna join him,  well you gotta beat him
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I ain't saying I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing
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   And then I stole his song

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And you still can hear me singing to the people who don't listen
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To the things that I am saying, praying someone's going to 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 changing, hoping someone's going to care

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I was born a lonely 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 nickle, 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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