Kris Kristofferson - To beat the devil

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

My thirst^Cy wanted whisky,my hungry ^F/Cneeded beans ^C But it'd been of month of paydays since i've hear^Gd that eagle scream So with my ^F/Cstomach full of empty and my^C pockets full of dreams ^{Am F/C} I left my pride and stepped inside a bar ^G

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

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

He nodded a^Ct my guitar and said "It'^F/Cs a tough life,ain't i^Ct" I just looked at him,and he said "You ain'^Gt makin' any money,are you?"^F/C; I said "You've been readin' my mail&qu^Cot;.He just smiled and sai^Amd "Let me see your g^F/Cuitar" I've got ^F/Csomething you want to hear.The^Cn he laid it on me

If you was^Cte your time of talkin' to the people ^F/Cwho don't listen To the things th^Cat you are sayin',who do you think's ^Ggonna hear And if you shou^Cld die explaining how the things t^F/Chat they complain about Are things th^Cey could be changin' who do you think'^Gs gonna care ^C There were other l^Gonely singers in a world tur^F/Cned deaf and blind ^C Who were crucified for what they tried to show ^G And their voice's ^Chave been scattered by this world an^F/Cd winds of times ^C Cause the truth remains that no one ^Gwants to know ^C

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

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

And you still ca^Cn hear me singin' to the people w^F/Cho don't listen To the things th^Cat i am sayin',prayin' someones^G gonna hear And i guess i'^Cll die explainig how the things t^F/Chat they complain about Are things th^Cey could be changin',hopin' someones^G gonna care ^C I was born a l^Gonely singer,and i'm bound to^F/C die the same ^C But i've got to feed the hunger in my soul ^G And if i never ha^Cve a nickle i won't ever di^F/Ce ashamed ^C Cause i don't believe that no one ^Gwants to know ^C