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In faded gabardine he to stand
Down by the Union Station with ol' hat in his hand.
A devil, a singin' rag-time saint.
The young folks called him beautiful, the old called him quaint.

And the pointed to the sign
And busted him for loiterin' when he was makin' memories rhyme.
Out in the falling snow he'd his song
To a too cold to listen and too white to sing along.

Just a Nashville and life
left him without a dime.
Ever since the good Lord his wife
You'll find him strummin' on the all the time.
And most of Music City never the saw the world within the
Of a casualty and life ?? goes on.

In the attic sets a dusty hat and
And the kids they found a banjo all rusted from the rain.
I strummed a little rusty rag-time
And I sang for every out on the street.

I almost see him standin' in the rain
His black and face reflectin' all the pain
Of all the and people passin' by
And all the ringin' that can make a banjo cry.

Just a Nashville casualty and
It's a riff hell to play.
You for your livin' in the street
And you in the back of some caf