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Subject: Lyr Add: TO BEAT THE DEVIL (Kris Kristofferson)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 01 May 06 - 07:14 PM

Lyrics copied from a blog that says it was written as a tribute to Johnny Cash.

TO BEAT THE DEVIL
Kris Kristofferson (1970)

It was winter time in Nashville, down on Music City Row,
And I was lookin' for a place to get myself out of the cold,
To warm the frozen feelin' that was eatin' at my soul,
And keep the chilly wind off my guitar.

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

Actually, I guess you'd call it a tavern:
Cigarette smoke to the ceiling, sawdust on the floor, friendly shadows.

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

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

"If you waste your time a-talkin' to the people who don't listen,
To the things that you are sayin', who do you think's gonna hear?
And if you should die explainin' how the things that they complain about,
Are things they could be changin', who do you think's gonna care?

"There were other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind,
Who were crucified for what they tried to show;
And their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of time,
'Cause the truth remains that no one wants to know."

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

You see, the devil haunts a hungry man,
If you don't wanna join him, you got to beat him.
I ain't sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for nothin',
Then I stole his song.

And you still can hear me singin' to the people who don't listen
To the things that I am sayin', prayin' someone's gonna hear;
And I guess I'll die explaining how the things that they complain about
Are things they could be changin', hopin' someone's gonna care.

I was born a lonely singer, and I'm bound to die the same,
But I've got to feed the hunger in my soul;
And if I never have a nickel, I won't ever die ashamed,
'Cause I don't believe that no one wants to know.

[Recorded by Kris Kristofferson, Johnny Cash, and Waylon Jennings.]


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