I was lookin’ for a place to get
In the mirror, I could see him
In the world turned deaf and blind
And a pocket full of dreams
And he said, “You ain’t
That was eatin’ at my soul
I was born to be a singer
Show us what you are”
Who do you thinks gonna care?
And I’m bound to die the same
My thirsty wanted whiskey
I won’t even die in shame
How the things that they complain about
And if you should die explainin’
An old man sittin’ at the bar
But I’ve got to feed this hunger in my soul
And lonesome was more than a state of mind
Are things they could be changin’
On the wrong side of the door
I saw that there was just
You see the Devil haunts a hungry man
But my shadow on the floor
Now their voices have been scattered
Then he laid it on me
I got somethin’ you oughta hear”
Since I heard that eagle scream
Who were crucified for what they tried to show
I said I’m dry, he bought me a beer
I said, “You been readin’ my mail
No one stood behind me
And if you don’t wanna join him
He just smiled and said, “Let me see that guitar
And I ain’t sayin’ I beat the Devil
And the truth remains that no one wants to know
Prayin’ someone’s gonna hear
And then I stole his song
Who do you thinks gonna hear?
Actually I guess you’d call it a tavern
Hopin’ someone’s gonna care
Well, the old man was a stranger
Back when failure had me locked out
To the people who don’t listen
To warm the frozen feelin’
And keep the chilly winds off my guitar
Said, “It’s a tough life, ain’t it?”
You can still hear me singin’
Well, he’s gotta figure out someway to beat him
To the things that I am sayin’
Sawdust on the floor friendly shadows
I left my pride and stepped inside a bar
I just looked at him
And my hunger needed beans
There were lots of other singers
How the thing they complain about
‘Cause I don’t believe
Checkin’ me and my guitar
To the things that you are sayin’
If I never have a nickel
Myself out of the cold
Or the things they could be changin'
Cigarette smoke to the ceilin'
He nodded at my guitar
If you waste your time a talkin’
But I drink his beer for nothin’
By the swirlin' winds of time
And I guess I’ll die explainin'
Makin’ any money are you”
But I guess it’d been a month of payday
To the people who don’t listen
He said, “Come up here, boy
But I’d have heard his song before
So with a stomach full of empty
