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

And the station-master to the sign
And they him for loiterin' when he was makin' memories rhyme.
Out in the falling he'd sing his song
To a world too cold to listen and too white to along.

Just a Nashville casualty and
Done left him a dime.
Ever the good Lord took his wife
You'll him strummin' on the corner all the time.
And most of Music City never the saw the world within the
Of a Nashville casualty and ?? goes on.

In the attic sets a hat and cane
And the kids they found a there all rusted from the rain.
I strummed a little rusty beat
And I sang for soul out on the street.

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

Just a casualty and life
It's a riff hell to play.
You sings for your in the street
And you sleeps in the of some caf