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