A Kris Kristofferson song that I heard the other day that I feel like needs to be out there…

To Beat the Devil - Kris Kristofferson

Intro

A couple of years back, I come across a Great and wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a recording studio And while he was reciting some poetry to me that he’d written I saw that he was about a step away from dyin’ and I couldn’t help but wonder why And, uh, the lines of this song occurred to me I’m happy to say he’s no longer wasted and he’s got him a good woman And I’d like to dedicate this to John and June Who helped show me how to beat the devil

Verse 1

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 Keep the chilly wind off my guitar My thirsty wanted whisky, 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 ceilin’ and sawdust on the floor Friendly shadows

Verse 2

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’ve been readin’ my mail” He just smiled and said, “Let me see that guitar I got somethin’ you oughta hear” Then he laid it on me

Chorus

“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 swirlin’ winds of time ‘Cause the truth remains that no one wants to know

Verse 3

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 nothing 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 gotta beat him I ain’t sayin’ I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing Then I stole his song

Chorus

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 explainin’ 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 gotta 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