Chords for Johnny Cash - To Beat The Devil (Official Audio)
Tempo:
95.75 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
E
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] [F#] [E] [Am] [D]
[G]
It was wintertime in Nashville, down on [C] Music Road, [G] and I was looking for a place [D] to get
myself out of the cold, [G] to warm the frozen feeling [C] that was eating at my soul [G] and keep
the [D] chilly wind off me and [G] my guitar.
Well my thirsty wanted whiskey and my [C] hungry needed beans, [G] but it had been a month of paydays
[D] since I'd heard that eagle scream, [G] so with a stomach full of empty and a [C] pocket full
of dreams, [G] I left my [D] pride and stepped [G] inside a bar.
[E] Actually I [D] guess you'd call it a tavern.
[G] Cigarette smoke to the ceiling, sawdust on the floor, friendly shadows.
Well I saw that there was just one old [C] man that was sitting at the bar, [G] and in the mirror
I could see him [D] checking me and my guitar, [G] and he turned and he said, come up here [C] boy
and show us what you are.
[G] I said I'm dry.
[D] He [G] bought me a beer.
Then he nodded at my guitar and he said, [C] it's a tough life, ain't it?
[G] I just looked at him and he said, [D] you ain't making any money, are you?
[G] I said you've been reading my mail.
[C] He just smiled and said, [G] let me see that guitar, I got something you ought to [D] hear.
[G] Then he laid it on my ear.
If you waste your time talking to the [C] people who don't listen [G] to the things that you are
saying, who do [D] you think's gonna hear?
[G] And if you should die explaining how the [C] things that they complain [G] about are things they could
be changing, who do [D] you think's gonna [G] care?
[Em] There were other [D] lonely singers [C] in a world turned deaf and [G] blind who were crucified for
what they tried [D] to show.
[G] And their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of time, for the truth remains
[D] that no [G] one wants to know.
Well the old man was a stranger, but I'd [C] heard his song before, [G] back when failure had me
locked out [D] on the wrong side of the door.
[G] When no one stood behind me [C] but my shadow on the floor, [G] and lonesome was [D] more than a
[G] state of mind.
You see the devil haunts the hungry man, [C]
[G] and if you don't want to join him, well, [D] you gotta beat him.
[G] I ain't saying I beat the devil, [C] but I drank his beer for nothing, [G] [Am] [G] and then I stole his song.
And you still can hear me singing to [C] the people who don't listen to [G] the things that I am saying,
[D] praying someone's gonna hear.
[G] And I guess I'll die explaining [C] how the things that they complain [G] about are things they could
be changing, [D] hoping someone's [G] gonna care.
[D] I was born a lonely singer, [C] and I'm bound to [G] die the same, but I've gotta feed the hunger
[D] in my soul.
And [G] if I never have a nickel, I won't ever die ashamed, cause I don't [D] believe that no
one [G] wants to know.
[E] [D] [G]
[D]
[G] [C] [G]
[D] [G]
[G]
It was wintertime in Nashville, down on [C] Music Road, [G] and I was looking for a place [D] to get
myself out of the cold, [G] to warm the frozen feeling [C] that was eating at my soul [G] and keep
the [D] chilly wind off me and [G] my guitar.
Well my thirsty wanted whiskey and my [C] hungry needed beans, [G] but it had been a month of paydays
[D] since I'd heard that eagle scream, [G] so with a stomach full of empty and a [C] pocket full
of dreams, [G] I left my [D] pride and stepped [G] inside a bar.
[E] Actually I [D] guess you'd call it a tavern.
[G] Cigarette smoke to the ceiling, sawdust on the floor, friendly shadows.
Well I saw that there was just one old [C] man that was sitting at the bar, [G] and in the mirror
I could see him [D] checking me and my guitar, [G] and he turned and he said, come up here [C] boy
and show us what you are.
[G] I said I'm dry.
[D] He [G] bought me a beer.
Then he nodded at my guitar and he said, [C] it's a tough life, ain't it?
[G] I just looked at him and he said, [D] you ain't making any money, are you?
[G] I said you've been reading my mail.
[C] He just smiled and said, [G] let me see that guitar, I got something you ought to [D] hear.
[G] Then he laid it on my ear.
If you waste your time talking to the [C] people who don't listen [G] to the things that you are
saying, who do [D] you think's gonna hear?
[G] And if you should die explaining how the [C] things that they complain [G] about are things they could
be changing, who do [D] you think's gonna [G] care?
[Em] There were other [D] lonely singers [C] in a world turned deaf and [G] blind who were crucified for
what they tried [D] to show.
[G] And their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of time, for the truth remains
[D] that no [G] one wants to know.
Well the old man was a stranger, but I'd [C] heard his song before, [G] back when failure had me
locked out [D] on the wrong side of the door.
[G] When no one stood behind me [C] but my shadow on the floor, [G] and lonesome was [D] more than a
[G] state of mind.
You see the devil haunts the hungry man, [C]
[G] and if you don't want to join him, well, [D] you gotta beat him.
[G] I ain't saying I beat the devil, [C] but I drank his beer for nothing, [G] [Am] [G] and then I stole his song.
And you still can hear me singing to [C] the people who don't listen to [G] the things that I am saying,
[D] praying someone's gonna hear.
[G] And I guess I'll die explaining [C] how the things that they complain [G] about are things they could
be changing, [D] hoping someone's [G] gonna care.
[D] I was born a lonely singer, [C] and I'm bound to [G] die the same, but I've gotta feed the hunger
[D] in my soul.
And [G] if I never have a nickel, I won't ever die ashamed, cause I don't [D] believe that no
one [G] wants to know.
[E] [D] [G]
[D]
[G] [C] [G]
[D] [G]
Key:
G
D
C
E
Am
G
D
C
[G] _ [F#] _ [E] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ It was wintertime in Nashville, down on [C] Music Road, [G] and I was looking for a place [D] to get
myself out of the cold, [G] to warm the frozen feeling [C] that was eating at my soul [G] and keep
the [D] chilly wind off me and [G] my guitar. _
_ Well my thirsty wanted whiskey and my [C] hungry needed beans, [G] but it had been a month of paydays
[D] since I'd heard that eagle scream, [G] so with a stomach full of empty and a [C] pocket full
of dreams, [G] I left my [D] pride and stepped [G] inside a bar.
_ _ [E] _ _ Actually I [D] guess you'd call it a tavern.
_ [G] Cigarette smoke to the ceiling, sawdust on the floor, friendly shadows.
_ _ Well I saw that there was just one old [C] man that was sitting at the bar, _ [G] and in the mirror
I could see him [D] checking me and my guitar, [G] and he turned and he said, come up here [C] boy
and show us what you are.
[G] I said I'm dry.
[D] He [G] bought me a beer.
_ Then he nodded at my guitar and he said, [C] it's a tough life, ain't it?
[G] I just looked at him and he said, [D] you ain't making any money, are you?
[G] I said you've been reading my mail.
[C] He just smiled and said, [G] let me see that guitar, I got something you ought to [D] hear.
[G] Then he laid it on my ear. _
If you waste your time talking to the [C] people who don't listen [G] to the things that you are
saying, who do [D] you think's gonna hear?
[G] And if you should die explaining how the [C] things that they complain [G] about are things they could
be changing, who do [D] you think's gonna [G] care?
_ [Em] There were other [D] lonely singers [C] in a world turned deaf and [G] blind who were crucified for
what they tried [D] to show.
_ [G] And their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of time, for the truth remains
[D] that no [G] one wants to know.
_ Well the old man was a stranger, but I'd [C] heard his song before, [G] back when failure had me
locked out [D] on the wrong side of the door.
[G] When no one stood behind me [C] but my shadow on the floor, [G] and lonesome was [D] more than a
[G] state of mind.
_ You see the devil haunts the hungry man, [C] _ _
_ [G] and if you don't want to join him, well, [D] you gotta beat him.
[G] I ain't saying I beat the devil, [C] but I drank his beer for nothing, _ [G] _ _ [Am] [G] and then I stole his song.
And you still can hear me singing to [C] the people who don't listen to [G] the things that I am saying,
[D] praying someone's gonna hear.
[G] And I guess I'll die explaining [C] how the things that they complain [G] about are things they could
be changing, [D] hoping someone's [G] gonna care.
_ [D] I was born a lonely singer, [C] and I'm bound to [G] die the same, but I've gotta feed the hunger
[D] in my soul.
And [G] if I never have a nickel, I won't ever die ashamed, cause I don't [D] believe that no
one [G] wants to know.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
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[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ It was wintertime in Nashville, down on [C] Music Road, [G] and I was looking for a place [D] to get
myself out of the cold, [G] to warm the frozen feeling [C] that was eating at my soul [G] and keep
the [D] chilly wind off me and [G] my guitar. _
_ Well my thirsty wanted whiskey and my [C] hungry needed beans, [G] but it had been a month of paydays
[D] since I'd heard that eagle scream, [G] so with a stomach full of empty and a [C] pocket full
of dreams, [G] I left my [D] pride and stepped [G] inside a bar.
_ _ [E] _ _ Actually I [D] guess you'd call it a tavern.
_ [G] Cigarette smoke to the ceiling, sawdust on the floor, friendly shadows.
_ _ Well I saw that there was just one old [C] man that was sitting at the bar, _ [G] and in the mirror
I could see him [D] checking me and my guitar, [G] and he turned and he said, come up here [C] boy
and show us what you are.
[G] I said I'm dry.
[D] He [G] bought me a beer.
_ Then he nodded at my guitar and he said, [C] it's a tough life, ain't it?
[G] I just looked at him and he said, [D] you ain't making any money, are you?
[G] I said you've been reading my mail.
[C] He just smiled and said, [G] let me see that guitar, I got something you ought to [D] hear.
[G] Then he laid it on my ear. _
If you waste your time talking to the [C] people who don't listen [G] to the things that you are
saying, who do [D] you think's gonna hear?
[G] And if you should die explaining how the [C] things that they complain [G] about are things they could
be changing, who do [D] you think's gonna [G] care?
_ [Em] There were other [D] lonely singers [C] in a world turned deaf and [G] blind who were crucified for
what they tried [D] to show.
_ [G] And their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of time, for the truth remains
[D] that no [G] one wants to know.
_ Well the old man was a stranger, but I'd [C] heard his song before, [G] back when failure had me
locked out [D] on the wrong side of the door.
[G] When no one stood behind me [C] but my shadow on the floor, [G] and lonesome was [D] more than a
[G] state of mind.
_ You see the devil haunts the hungry man, [C] _ _
_ [G] and if you don't want to join him, well, [D] you gotta beat him.
[G] I ain't saying I beat the devil, [C] but I drank his beer for nothing, _ [G] _ _ [Am] [G] and then I stole his song.
And you still can hear me singing to [C] the people who don't listen to [G] the things that I am saying,
[D] praying someone's gonna hear.
[G] And I guess I'll die explaining [C] how the things that they complain [G] about are things they could
be changing, [D] hoping someone's [G] gonna care.
_ [D] I was born a lonely singer, [C] and I'm bound to [G] die the same, but I've gotta feed the hunger
[D] in my soul.
And [G] if I never have a nickel, I won't ever die ashamed, cause I don't [D] believe that no
one [G] wants to know.
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[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _
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