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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=83555" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Beat The Devil</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[voice: it was winter time in nashville, down on music city row<br>And I was looking for a place to get myself out of the cold, to warm<br>The frozen feeling that was eating at my soul, and keep the chilly<br>Wind off my guitar; my thirsty wanted whiskey, my hungry needed<br>Beans; but itd been a month of pay days since Id heard that eagle<br>Scream; so with a stomach full of empty and pocket full of dreams<br>I left my pride and stepped inside a bar (actually I guess youd<br>Call it a tavern). cigarette smoke to the ceiling and sawdust on the<br>Floor.<br>Friendly shadows. I saw that there was just one old man sitting<br>At the bar; and in the mirror I could see him checking me with my<br>Guitar; he turned and said come up here boy and show us what you<br>Are. I said Im dry and he bought me a beer. he nodded at my<br>Guitar and said its a tough life aint it? I just looked at him<br>And he said you aint making any money, are you? I said youve<br>Been reading my mail. he just smiled and said let me see that<br>Guitar: I got something you ought to hear. then he laid<br>It on me.....]<br>If you waste your time a-talking to the people who dont listen<br>To the things that you are saying who do you thinks going to hear? <br>And if you should die explaining how the things that they complain about<br>Are things they could be changing, who dyou thinks goin to care? <br>There were other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind who<br>Were crucified for what they tried to show,<br>And their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of time,<br>cause the truth remains that no-one wants to know!<br>[voice: well, the old man was a stranger, but Id heard his song before;<br>Back when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door; when<br>No-one stood behind me but my shadow on the floor and lonesome was more<br>Than a state of mind. you see, the devil haunts a hungry man; if you<br>Dont want to join him youve got to beat him. I aint sayin I beat the<br>Devil, but I drank his beer for nothing, and then I stole his song!]<br>And you still can hear me singing to the people who dont listen<br>To the things that I am saying, praying someones going to hear;<br>And I guess Ill die explaining how the things that they complain about<br>Are things they could be changing, hoping someones goin to care.<br>I was born a lonely singer and Im bound to die the same<br>But Ive got to feed the hunger in my soul;<br>And if I never have a nickel I wont ever die of shame<br>cause I dont believe that no-one wants to know!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Kris Kristofferson - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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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, ..."></div>
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