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It was Gwinter time in Nashville,down oC/Gn music city row G
And i was lookin' for a place to get myDself out of the cold C/G
To warm the frozen feelin' that was eatiGn' at my soul Em C/G
And keep the chilly wind off my guitar D
My thirGsty wanted whisky,my hungrC/Gy needed beans G
But it'd been of month of paydays since i've heDard that eagle scream
So with mC/Gy stomach full of empty and Gmy pockets full of dreamsEm C/G
I left my pride and stepped inside a bar D
ActualEmly i guess you'd could call it a Tavern.C/G..
Cigarette smoke to the ceiling and stardust on the floor D
Friendly shadows G
I saw thGat there was just one old man sittC/Gin' at the bar G
And in the mirror i could see him checkin' me and Dmy guitar C/G
He turned,and said "ComGe up here boy,and show uEms what you are" C/G
I said "I'm dry"-and he brought me a beer D
He noddedG at my guitar and said "It's aC/G tough life,ain't it" G
I just looked at him,and he said "You ain't mDakin' any money,are you?" C/G
I said "You've been readin' my mail".He jGust smiled and said "Let mEme see your guitar" C/G
I've goC/Gt something you want to hear.TGhen he laid it on me
If you wGaste your time of talkin' to the peoplC/Ge who don't listen
To the things Gthat you are sayin',who do you think'Ds gonna hear
And if you shGould die explaining how the thingsC/G that they complain about
Are things Gthey could be changin' who do you thinDk's gonna care G
There were otherD lonely singers in a world tC/Gurned deaf and blind G
Who were crucified for what they tried to show D
And their voice'Gs have been scattered by this world C/Gand winds of times G
Cause the truth remains that no onDe wants to know G
Well,thGe old man was a stranger,but i'd hearC/Gd his song before G
Back when failure had me locked out on tDhe wrong side of the door C/G
When no one stood behind me but my shadGow on the floor Em C/G
And lonesome was more than a state of mind D
You see,thGe devil haunts a hungry man,and C/Gif you don't wanna join him G
You got to beat hiDm C/G
I ain't sayin' i beat the devil but Gi drank his beer fEmor nothing C/G
Then i stole his song G
And you still Gcan hear me singin' to the peopleC/G who don't listen
To the things Gthat i am sayin',prayin' someonDes gonna hear
And i guess Gi'll die explainig how the thingsC/G that they complain about
Are things Gthey could be changin',hopin' someonDes gonna care G
I was born aD lonely singer,and i'm bound C/Gto die the same G
But i've got to feed the hunger in my soul D
And if i never Ghave a nickle i won't ever C/Gdie ashamed G
Cause i don't believe that no onDe wants to know G
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