Chords for Shawn Mullins "To Beat The Devil" (Kris Kristofferson) @ Eddie Owen Presents

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Well, it was wintertime in [Eb] Nashville, _ [Bb] down on Music City Road.
_ _ _ And I was looking for a place [F] to get myself out of the cold, _ _
[Eb] _ [F] to warm the frozen feeling
that [Gm] was eating at my soul, _ [Eb] _ and keep the chilly wind off my guitar.
[G] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
You see, my thirsty wanted [Eb] whiskey, my [Bb] hungry needed beans.
But it'd been a month of paydays [F] since I'd heard that eagle scream.
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So, with a stomach [Bb] full of empty and a [F] pocket full of [Gm] dreams, _ _ [Eb] _ [F] I left my pride and [Bb] stepped
inside a bar. _ _ _ _ _ _
Actually, I guess you'd call it [Eb] a tavern, with cigarette smoke to the ceiling [Cm] and sawdust
on the floor, _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] friendly shadows. _
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_ I saw that there was just one old [Gm] man sitting at the [Bb] bar.
_ _ And in the mirror I could see him checking [F] me and my guitar.
And _ [Eb]
he turned and [F] said, come up here boy, _ show [Gm] us what you are.
[Eb] _ _ I said I'm dry. _
[F] And he bought me a beer. _ _ _
[Bb] He nodded at my guitar, he said [Eb] it's a tough [Bb] life, ain't it?
_ I just looked at him.
_ He said, you ain't making any [F] money, are you?
_ I said, you've been [Eb] reading my mail.
[F] He just smiled and he said, let me see [G] that guitar, son.
[Eb] _ _ [F] I got something you ought to hear.
_ _ He laid it on me.
_ _ _ If you waste your time talking to [Eb] the people who don't listen to [Bb] the things that you are
saying, [F] who do you think's gonna hear?
_ [F] And if you should die explaining how [Eb] the things that they complain _
[Bb] about are things that could
be changing, [F] who do you think's gonna [Bb] care?
There _ [F]
were other lonely singers in a world turned [Bb] deaf and blind [Eb] who were crucified [Bb]
for
what they [F] tried to show.
[F] _ _
[Bb] And their voices have been scattered by [Eb] the swirling [Bb] winds of time.
The truth [F]
remains that no [Bb] one wants to know. _ _
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Well, the old man was a stranger, [Eb] _ but [Bb] I'd heard his song before.
_ _ _ Back when failure had me [F] locked out on the wrong side of the door. _ _
[C] Back when no one [F] stood behind me but my [Gm] shadow on the floor.
_ [Eb] _ _ And lonesome was more than a state [F] of mind.
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You see, the devil haunts a hungry [Eb] man if you don't want to join him.
You gotta beat him. _ _
And I ain't saying I beat [F] the devil, _ _ _ but I drank his beer for nothing and then I stole [Bb] his song.
_ _ _ And you still hear me singing to the [Eb] people who don't listen to [Bb] the things that I am saying,
[F] praying someone's gonna hear.
_ And I [Bb] guess I'll die explaining how [Eb] the things that they complain about [Bb] are things that could be changing.
[F] Oh, [Bb] someone's gonna care. _ _ _
[F] I was born a lonely singer [Eb] and I'm bound to [Bb] die the same.
[Eb] But I've gotta [Bb] feed the hunger in [F] my soul.
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And [Bb] if I never have a nickel, [Eb]
I won't ever die [Bb] ashamed.
Cause [F] I don't believe that no one [Bb] wants to know. _
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Chris [N] Cathar's music.
Isn't that wonderful?
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