Waylon Jennings – To Beat The Devil (Guitar)

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It was winter time in Nashville down on Music City Row

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I was lookin' for a place to get myself out of the cold

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To warm the frozen feelin' that was eatin' at my soul

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And keep the chilly winds off my guitar

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My thirsty wanted whiskey but my hungry needed beans

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But I guess it'd been a month of payday since I'd heard that eagle scream

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So with a stomach full of empty and a pocket full of dreams

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I left my pride and stepped inside a bar

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Actually I guess you'd call it a tavern

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Cigarette smoke to the ceiling sawdust on the floor friendly shadows

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I saw that there was just an old man sittin' at the bar

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In the mirror I could see him checkin' me and my guitar

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He said come up here boy show us what you are

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I said I'm dry he bought me a beer

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He nodded at my guitar said it's a tough life ain't it I just looked at him

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And he said you ain't makin' any money are you? I said you been readin' my mail

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He just smiled and said let me see that guitar

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I got somethin' you oughta hear

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then he laid it on me

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If you waste your time a talkin' to the people who don't listen

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To the things that you are sayin' who do you thinks gonna hear

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And if you should die explainin' how the things that they complain about

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are things they could be changing who do you thinks gonna care

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There were lots of other singers in the world turned deaf and blind

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Who were crucified for what they tried to show

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Now their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of time

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And the truth remains that no one wants to know

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Well the old man was a stranger but I'd've heard his song before

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Back when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door

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No one stood behind me but my shadow on the floor

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And lonesome was more than a state of mind

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You see the devil haunts a hungry man

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And if you don't want to join him well he's gotta figure out someway to beat him

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And I ain't sayin' I beat the devil but I drink his beer for nothin'

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And then I stole his song

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You can still hear me singin' to the people who don't listen

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To the things that I am sayin' prayin' someone's gonna hear

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And I guess I'll die explaining how the things that they complain about

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Are things they could be changin' hopin' someone's gonna care

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I was born to be a singer and I'm bound to die the same

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But I've got to feed this hunger in my soul

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If I never have a nickel I won't even die in shame

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'Cause I don't believe that someone wants to know