Kris Kristofferson - To beat the devil

It was wi^Gnter time in Nashville,down on ^C/Gmusic city row ^G And i was lookin' for a place to get myse^Dlf out of the cold ^C/G To warm the frozen feelin' that was eatin'^G at my soul ^{Em C/G} And keep the chilly wind off my guitar ^D

My thirst^Gy wanted whisky,my hungry ^C/Gneeded beans ^G But it'd been of month of paydays since i've hear^Dd that eagle scream So with my ^C/Gstomach full of empty and my^G pockets full of dreams ^{Em C/G} I left my pride and stepped inside a bar ^D

Actually^Em i guess you'd could call it a Tavern...^C/G Cigarette smoke to the ceiling and stardust on the floor ^D Friendly shadows ^G

I saw that^G there was just one old man sittin^C/G' at the bar ^G And in the mirror i could see him checkin' me and my^D guitar ^C/G He turned,and said "^GCome up here boy,and sho^Emw us what you are&quo^C/Gt; I said "I'm dry"-and he brought me^D a beer

He nodded a^Gt my guitar and said "It'^C/Gs a tough life,ain't i^Gt" I just looked at him,and he said "You ain'^Dt makin' any money,are you'"^C/G; I said "You've been readin' my mail&qu^Got;.He just smiled and sai^Emd "Let me see your g^C/Guitar" I've got ^C/Gsomething you want to hear.The^Gn he laid it on me

If you was^Gte your time of talkin' to the people ^C/Gwho don't listen To the things th^Gat you are sayin',who do you think's ^Dgonna hear And if you shou^Gld die explaining how the things t^C/Ghat they complain about Are things th^Gey could be changin' who do you think'^Ds gonna care ^G There were other l^Donely singers in a world tur^C/Gned deaf and blind ^G Who were crucified for what they tried to show ^D And their voice's ^Ghave been scattered by this world an^C/Gd winds of times ^G Cause the truth remains that no one ^Dwants to know ^G

Well,the ^Gold man was a stranger,but i'd heard ^C/Ghis song before ^G Back when failure had me locked out on t^Dhe wrong side of the door ^C/G When no one stood behind me but my shadow^G on the floor ^{Em C/G} And lonesome was more than a state of mind ^D

You see,the ^Gdevil haunts a hungry man,and if^C/G you don't wanna join him ^G You got to beat him ^{D C/G} I ain't sayin' i beat the devil but i ^Gdrank his beer for^Em nothing ^C/G Then i stole his song ^G

And you still ca^Gn hear me singin' to the people w^C/Gho don't listen To the things th^Gat i am sayin',prayin' someones^D gonna hear And i guess i'^Gll die explainig how the things t^C/Ghat they complain about Are things th^Gey could be changin',hopin' someones^D gonna care ^G I was born a l^Donely singer,and i'm bound to^C/G die the same ^G But i've got to feed the hunger in my soul ^D And if i never ha^Gve a nickle i won't ever di^C/Ge ashamed ^G Cause i don't believe that no one ^Dwants to know ^G