歌曲名 To Beat The Devil 歌手名 Johnny Cash Tennessee Three

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It was winter time in Nashville

down on Music Row

And I was looking

for a place to get myself

out of the cold

To warm the frozen feeling

that was eating at my soul

And keep the chilly wind

off me and my guitar

Well my thirsty wanted whiskey

and my hungry needed beans

But it had been a month of payday

since I heard that eagle scream

So with a stomach full of empty

and a pocket full of dreams

I left my pride and stepped inside a bar

Actually I guess you＇d call it a tavern

Cigarette smoke to the ceiling sawdust

on the floor friendly shadows

Well I saw that there was just an old man

that was sitting at the bar

And in the mirror

I could see him checking me

and my guitar

And he turned

and he said come up here boy

and show us what you are

I said I＇m dry he bought me a beer

Then he nodded at my guitar

and he said it＇s a tough life ain＇t it

I just looked at him

and he said you ain＇t

making any money are you

I said you been reading my mail

He just smiled and said

let me see that guitar

I got something you ought to hear

then he laid it on my ear

If you waste your time a talking

to the people

Who don＇t listen to the things

that you are saying

Who do you thinks gonna hear

And if you should die explaining

how the things

that they complain about

Or the things they could be changing

who do you thinks gonna care

There were other lonely singers

and the world turned deaf and blind

Who were crucified for

what they tried to show

And their voices have been scattered

by the swirling winds of time

For the truth remains

that no one wants to know

Well the old man was a stranger

but I＇d have heard his song before

Back when failure had me locked

out on the wrong side of the door

When no one stood behind me

but my shadow on the floor

And lonesome was more than

a state of mind

You see a devil haunts a hungry man

And if you don＇t wanna join him

well you gotta beat him

I ain＇t saying

I beat the devil

but I drink his beer for nothing

And then I stole his song

And you still can hear me

singing to the people who don＇t listen

To the things that I am saying

praying someone＇s gonna hear

And I guess I＇ll die explaining

how the things

that they complain about

Are things they could be changing

hoping someone＇s gonna care

I was born a lonely singer

and I＇m bound to die the same

But I＇ve gotta feed the hunger

in my soul

And if I never have a nickel

I won＇t ever die in shame

Because I don＇t believe

that no one wants to know