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Текст песни Waylon Jennings - To Beat The Devil

Waylon Jennings - To Beat The Devil слова песни




It was winter time in Nashville down on Music City RowI was lookin` for a place to get myself out of the coldTo warm the frozen feelin` that was eatin` at my soulAnd keep the chilly winds off my guitarMy thirsty wanted whiskey and my hunger needed beansBut I guess it`d been a month of payday since I heard that eagle screamSo with a stomach full of empty and a pocket full of dreamsI left my pride and stepped inside a barActually I guess you`d call it a tavernCigarette smoke to the ceiling sawdust on the floor friendly shadowsI saw that there was just an old man sittin` at the barIn the mirror I could see him checkin` me and my guitarHe said come up here boy show us what you are I said I`m dry he bought me a beerHe nodded at my guitar said it`s a tough life ain`t it I just looked at himAnd he said you ain`t makin` any money are you I said you been readin` my mailHe just smiled and said let me see that guitarI got somethin` you oughta hear then he laid it on meIf you waste your time a talkin` to the people who don`t listenTo the things that you are sayin` who do you thinks gonna hearAnd if you should die explainin` how the thing they complain aboutOr the things they could be changing who do you thinks gonna careThere were lots of other singers in the world turned deaf and blindWho were crucified for what they tried to showNow their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of timeAnd the truth remains that no one wants to knowWell the old man was a stranger but I`d`ve heard his song beforeBack when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the doorNo one stood behind me but my shadow on the floorAnd lonesome was more than a state of mindYou see the devil haunts a hungry manAnd if you don`t wanna join him well he`s gotta figure out someway to beat himAnd I ain`t sayin` I beat the devil but I drink his beer for nothin`And then I stole his songYou can still hear me singin` to the people who don`t listenTo the things that I am sayin` prayin` someone`s gonna hearAnd I guess I`ll die explaining how the things that they complain aboutAre things they could be changin` hopin` someone`s gonna careI was born to be a singer and I`m bound to die the sameBut I`ve got to feed this hunger in my soulIf I never have a nickel I won`t even die in shameCause I don`t believe that no one wants to know

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