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[Voice: It was winter time in Nashville, down on music city row<br />and I was looking for a place to get myself out of the cold, to warm<br />the frozen feeling that was eating at my soul, and keep the chilly<br />wind off my guitar; my thirsty wanted whiskey, my hungry needed <br />beans; but it'd been a month of pay days since I'd heard that eagle <br />scream; so with a stomach full of empty and pocket full of dreams<br />I left my pride and stepped inside a bar (actually I guess you'd <br />call it a tavern). Cigarette smoke to the ceiling and sawdust on the<br />floor. <br /><br />Friendly shadows. I saw that there was just one old man sitting <br />at the bar; and in the mirror I could see him checking me with my <br />guitar; he turned and said "come up here boy and show us what you <br />are". I said "I'm dry" and he bought me a beer. He nodded at my <br />guitar and said "It's a tough life ain't it?" I just looked at him <br />and he said "You ain't making any money, are you?" I said "You've <br />been reading my mail". He just smiled and said "Let me see that <br />guitar: I got something you ought to hear". Then he laid <br />it on me.....]<br /><br />If you waste your time a-talking to the people who don't listen<br />to the things that you are saying who do you think's going to hear?<br />And if you should die explaining how the things that they complain about<br />are things they could be changing, who d'you think's goin' to care?<br /><br />There were other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind who <br />were crucified for what they tried to show, <br />And their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of time,<br />'cause the truth remains that no-one wants to know!<br /><br />[Voice: Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his song before;<br />back when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door; when<br />no-one stood behind me but my shadow on the floor and lonesome was more<br />than a state of mind. You see, the devil haunts a hungry man; if you <br />don't want to join him you've got to beat him. I ain't sayin' I beat the <br />devil, but I drank his beer for nothing, and then I stole his song!]<br /><br />And you still can hear me singing to the people who don't listen <br />to the things that I am saying, praying someone's going to hear;<br />And I guess I'll die explaining how the things that they complain about<br />are things they could be changing, hoping someone's goin' to care.<br /><br />I was born a lonely singer and I'm bound to die the same<br />But I've got to feed the hunger in my soul;<br />And if I never have a nickel I won't ever die of shame<br />'cause I don't believe that no-one wants to know!
New song lyrics
[Voice: It was winter time in Nashville, down on music city row<br />and I was looking for a place to get myself out of the cold, to warm<br />the frozen feeling that was eating at my soul, and keep the chilly<br />wind off my guitar; my thirsty wanted whiskey, my hungry needed <br />beans; but it'd been a month of pay days since I'd heard that eagle <br />scream; so with a stomach full of empty and pocket full of dreams<br />I left my pride and stepped inside a bar (actually I guess you'd <br />call it a tavern). Cigarette smoke to the ceiling and sawdust on the<br />floor. <br /><br />Friendly shadows. I saw that there was just one old man sitting <br />at the bar; and in the mirror I could see him checking me with my <br />guitar; he turned and said "come up here boy and show us what you <br />are". I said "I'm dry" and he bought me a beer. He nodded at my <br />guitar and said "It's a tough life ain't it?" I just looked at him <br />and he said "You ain't making any money, are you?" I said "You've <br />been reading my mail". He just smiled and said "Let me see that <br />guitar: I got something you ought to hear". Then he laid <br />it on me.....]<br /><br />If you waste your time a-talking to the people who don't listen<br />to the things that you are saying who do you think's going to hear?<br />And if you should die explaining how the things that they complain about<br />are things they could be changing, who d'you think's goin' to care?<br /><br />There were other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind who <br />were crucified for what they tried to show, <br />And their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of time,<br />'cause the truth remains that no-one wants to know!<br /><br />[Voice: Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his song before;<br />back when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door; when<br />no-one stood behind me but my shadow on the floor and lonesome was more<br />than a state of mind. You see, the devil haunts a hungry man; if you <br />don't want to join him you've got to beat him. I ain't sayin' I beat the <br />devil, but I drank his beer for nothing, and then I stole his song!]<br /><br />And you still can hear me singing to the people who don't listen <br />to the things that I am saying, praying someone's going to hear;<br />And I guess I'll die explaining how the things that they complain about<br />are things they could be changing, hoping someone's goin' to care.<br /><br />I was born a lonely singer and I'm bound to die the same<br />But I've got to feed the hunger in my soul;<br />And if I never have a nickel I won't ever die of shame<br />'cause I don't believe that no-one wants to know!
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