Letra de To Beat The Devil - Kris Kristofferson
Letra de canci�n de To Beat The Devil de Kris Kristofferson lyrics
it was winter time in nashville, down on music city row
And I was looking for a place to get myself out of the cold, to warm
The frozen feeling that was eating at my soul, and keep the chilly
Wind off my guitar; my thirsty wanted whiskey, my hungry needed
Beans; but it�d been a month of pay days since I�d heard that eagle
Scream; so with a stomach full of empty and 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 and sawdust on the
Floor.
Friendly shadows. I saw that there was just one old man sitting
At the bar; and in the mirror I could see him checking me with my
Guitar; 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
And he said you ain�t making any money, are you? I said you�ve
Been reading 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-talking to the people who don�t listen
To the things that you are saying who do you think�s going to hear?
And if you should die explaining how the things that they complain about
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Are things they could be changing, who d�you think�s goin� to 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!
[voice: 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 want to join him you�ve got to beat him. I ain�t sayin� I beat the
Devil, but I drank his beer for nothing, and then I stole his song!]
And you still can hear me singing to the people who don�t listen
To the things that I am saying, praying someone�s going to hear;
And I guess I�ll die explaining how the things that they complain about
Are things they could be changing, hoping someone�s goin� to 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 of shame
�cause I don�t believe that no-one wants to know!
And I was looking for a place to get myself out of the cold, to warm
The frozen feeling that was eating at my soul, and keep the chilly
Wind off my guitar; my thirsty wanted whiskey, my hungry needed
Beans; but it�d been a month of pay days since I�d heard that eagle
Scream; so with a stomach full of empty and 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 and sawdust on the
Floor.
Friendly shadows. I saw that there was just one old man sitting
At the bar; and in the mirror I could see him checking me with my
Guitar; 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
And he said you ain�t making any money, are you? I said you�ve
Been reading 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-talking to the people who don�t listen
To the things that you are saying who do you think�s going to hear?
And if you should die explaining how the things that they complain about
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/to-beat-the-devil-kris-kristofferson.php
Are things they could be changing, who d�you think�s goin� to 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!
[voice: 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 want to join him you�ve got to beat him. I ain�t sayin� I beat the
Devil, but I drank his beer for nothing, and then I stole his song!]
And you still can hear me singing to the people who don�t listen
To the things that I am saying, praying someone�s going to hear;
And I guess I�ll die explaining how the things that they complain about
Are things they could be changing, hoping someone�s goin� to 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 of shame
�cause I don�t believe that no-one wants to know!
