It was winter time in Nashville,down on music city row
And i was lookin' for a place to get myself out of the cold
To warm the frozen feelin' that was eatin' at my soul
And keep the chilly wind off my guitar
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My thirsty wanted whisky,my hungry needed beans
But it'd been of month of paydays since i've heard that eagle scream
So with my stomach full of empty and my pockets full of dreams
I left my pride and stepped inside a bar
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Actually i guess you'd could call it a Tavern
Cigarette smoke to the ceiling and stardust on the floor
Friendly shadows
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I saw that there was just one old man sittin' at the bar
And in the mirror i could see him checkin' me and my guitar
He turned,and said "Come up here boy,and show us what you are"
I said "I'm dry"-and he brought me a beer
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He nodded at my guitar and said "It's a tough life,ain't it"
I just looked at him,and he said "You ain't makin' any money,are you?"
I said "You've been readin' my mail".He just smiled and said "Let me see your guitar"
I've got something you want to hear.Then he laid it on me
If you waste your time of talkin' to the people who don't listen
To the things that you are sayin',who do you think's gonna hear
And if you should die explaining how the things that they complain about
Are things they could be changin' who do you think's gonna care
There were other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind
Who were crucified for what they tried to show
And their voice's have been scattered by this world and winds of times
Cause the truth remains that no one wants to know
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Well,the old man was a stranger,but i'd 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
Verse 2-bis:(spoken)
You see,the devil haunts a hungry man,and if you don't wanna join him
You got to beat him
I ain't sayin' i beat the devil but i drank his beer for nothing
Then i stole his song
And you still can hear me singin' to the people who don't listen
To the things that i am sayin',prayin' someones gonna hear
And i guess i'll die explainig how the things that they complain about
Are things they could be changin',hopin' someones gonna care
I was born a lonely singer,and i'm bound to die the same
But i've got to feed the hunger in my soul
And if i never have a nickle i won't ever die ashamed
Cause i don't believe that no one wants to know