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Introduction
Have you ever felt like you were up against insurmountable odds, facing a world that seems intent on breaking you down? Kris Kristofferson’s “To Beat the Devil” is a song that speaks directly to those moments of struggle and resilience. It’s more than just a song; it’s a heartfelt anthem for the weary soul, a beacon of hope for anyone who has ever fought against the tide.
Kris Kristofferson, known for his raw, poetic lyricism, penned “To Beat the Devil” during a time when he was trying to carve out his own place in the music world. The song is a narrative masterpiece, unfolding like a conversation between Kristofferson and the devil himself—who, in this case, might just be a metaphor for the doubts and challenges that plague all of us.
The song begins with a somber, reflective tone, painting a picture of a desolate bar where Kristofferson encounters a man who’s given up on his dreams. This encounter becomes a powerful metaphor for the internal battle we all face: the struggle between giving up and fighting on. The devil, with his tempting words, represents the seductive ease of surrender. But Kristofferson, with his gritty determination, reminds us that true defeat only comes when we stop trying.
What makes “To Beat the Devil” special is its authenticity. Kristofferson’s voice carries the weight of his experiences, and his lyrics are laced with the kind of wisdom that only comes from living through hardship. The song’s message is clear: even when the world seems against you, even when you’re at your lowest, there’s always a reason to keep pushing forward.
Musically, the song is stripped down, almost bare, allowing Kristofferson’s storytelling to take center stage. The simple guitar chords and his gravelly voice create an intimate atmosphere, making you feel like you’re sitting right there in that smoky bar, listening to a tale of resilience and hope.
Listening to “To Beat the Devil,” you can’t help but feel a sense of camaraderie with Kristofferson. It’s as if he’s reaching out, saying, “I’ve been there too, and we can make it through.” It’s this connection that makes the song timeless, a testament to the human spirit’s unyielding strength.
So next time you’re feeling down, put on “To Beat the Devil.” Let Kristofferson’s words remind you that as long as you keep fighting, you’ve already won.
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Lyrics
A couple of years back I come across a great and wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a recording studio. And while he was reciting some poetry to me that he had written, I saw that he was about a step away from dying, and I couldn’t help but wonder why. And the lines of this song occurred to me. I’m happy to say he’s no longer wasted, and he’s got him a good woman. And I’d like to dedicate this to John and June, who helped showed me how to beat the devil.
It was wintertime in Nashville
Down on Music City Row
And I was looking for a place
And to get myself out of the cold
To warm the frozen feeling that was eating at my soul
Keep the chilly wind off my guitar
My thirsty wanted whiskey
But my hunger needed beans
But it had been a month of paydays
Since I’d 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’d guess you’d call it a tavern
Cigarette smoke to the ceiling
And sawdust on the floor
Friendly shadows
I saw that there was just one old man sitting at the bar
And in the mirror I could see him checking me and my guitar
And he turned and said,
Come up here, boy, and show us what you are
I said I’m dry, and he bought me a beer
He nodded at my guitar and said,
It’s a tough life, ain’t it?
I just looked at him
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
And then he laid it on me
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
Are things they could be changing
Who do you thinks 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 voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of time
‘Cause the truth remains that no one wants to know
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
You see, the devil haunts a hungry man
If you don’t want to join him
You gotta beat him
I ain’t saying I beat the devil
But I drank his beer for nothing
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 ashamed
‘Cause I don’t believe that no one wants to know