Kris Kristofferson - To beat the devil

It was w^Ginter time in Nashville, down on m^Cusic city row ^G And I was lookin' for a place to get^D myself out of the cold ^C To warm the fr^Dozen feelin' that was^G eatin' at my s^Emoul ^C And keep the chilly wind off my guitar^D

^G My thirsty wanted whisky,^C my hungry needed b^Geans ^G But it'd been of month of paydays since I've h^Deard that eagle scream ^C So with my stomach full of ^Dempty^G and a pocket full of dr^Emeams ^C I left my pr^Dide and stepped inside a b^Gar

^Em Actually I guess you could call it a Tavern ^C Cigarette smoke to the c^Ameiling and sawdust on the floor^D Friendly shadows^G

I saw that there was just one old man^C sittin' at the bar ^G And in the mirror I could see him checkin' me and^D my guitar ^C He turned and said ^D"Come up here bo^Gy and show us what you^Em are" ^C I said "I'm dry" and he brou^Dght me a beer

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

If you w^Gaste your time a talkin' to the p^Ceople who don't listen To the th^Gings that you are sayin', who do y^Dou think's gonna hear And if y^Gou should die explaining how the th^Cings that they complain about Are th^Gings they could be changin' who do y^Dou think's gonna care ^G There were ^Dother lonely singers in a w^Corld turned deaf and bl^Gind Who were crucified for what they tried to sh^Dow And their v^Goices have been scattered by the sw^Cirling winds of t^Gime Cause the truth remains that n^Do one wants to kn^Gow

Well, the ^Gold man was a stranger, but I'd he^Card his song before^G Back when failure had me locked out on the wr^Dong side of the door ^C When no one stood beh^Dind me but my^G shadow on the floo^Emr ^C And lonesome was more than a state of mind^D

^G You see, the devil haunts a hungry man ^{C G} If you don't wanna join him you got to b^Deat him ^C I ain't sayin' I b^Deat the devil^{G Em} but I drank his beer for nothing ^{C D} Then I stole his s^Gong

And you st^Gill can hear me singin' to the p^Ceople who don't listen To the th^Gings that I am sayin' prayin' s^Domeone’s gonna hear And I g^Guess I'll die explaining how the th^Cings that they complain about Are th^Gings they could be changin' hopin' s^Domeone’s gonna^G care I was b^Dorn a lowly singer, and I'm b^Cound to die the s^Game But I've g^Cot to feed the h^Gunger in my s^Doul And if I n^Gever have a nickel I won't ^Cever die ash^Gamed Cause I don't believe that n^Do one wants to kn^Gow