To Beat The Devil

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[Verse 1]
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It was winter time in Nashville, 
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down on music row
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And I was looking for a place to 
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get myself out of the cold
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To warm the frozen feeling that was
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 eating at my soul
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And keep the chilly wind off me 
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and my guitar


[Verse 2]
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Well, my thirsty wanted whisky; and
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 my hungry needed beans
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But it'd been of month of paydays 
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since I'd heard that eagle scream
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So with a stomach full of empty and
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 a pocket full of dreams
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I left my pride and stepped inside
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 a bar


[Bridge]
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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


[Verse 3]
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Well, I saw that there was just one
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 old man, that was sitting at the 
bar
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And in the mirror I could see him 
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checking me and my guitar
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An' he turned and said: "Come up 
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here boy, and show us what you are
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I said: "I'm dry." He bought me a 
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beer


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[Verse 4]
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Then he nodded at my guitar and 
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said: "It's a tough life, ain't it?"
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I just looked at him and he said: 
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"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
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 that guitar, I've got something you
 oughta hear"
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Then he laid it on me


[Chorus]
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If you waste your time a-talking to
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 the people who don't listen
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To the things that you are saying, 
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who do you think's going to hear
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And if you should die explaining 
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how the things that they complain 
about
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Are things they could be changing 
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who do you think's going to care?


[Verse 5]
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There were other lonely singers in 
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a world turned deaf and blind
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Who were crucified for what they 
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tried to show
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And their voices have been 
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scattered by the swirling winds of 
time
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All the truth remains that no-one 
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wants to know


[Verse 6]
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Well, the old man was a stranger, 
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but I'd heard his song before
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Back when failure had me locked out
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 on the wrong side of the door
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When no-one stood behind me but my 
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shadow on the floor
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And lonesome was more than a state
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 of mind


[Verse 7]
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You see, the devil haunts a hungry 
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man
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And if you don't wanna join him,  
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well you gotta beat him
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I ain't saying I beat the devil, 
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but I drank his beer for nothing
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   And then I stole his song


[Chorus]
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And you still can hear me singing 
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to the people who don't listen
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To the things that I am saying, 
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praying someone's going to hear
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And I guess I'll die explaining how
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 the things that they complain about
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Are things they could be changing, 
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hoping someone's going to care


[Verse 8]
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I was born a lonely singer, and I'm
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 bound to die the same
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But I've got to feed the hunger in 
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my soul
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And if I never have a nickle, I 
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won't ever die ashamed
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Cause I don't believe that no-one 
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wants to know


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