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

And the station-master to the sign
And they busted him for 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 casualty and life
Done left him a dime.
Ever since the good Lord took his
You'll find him strummin' on the all the time.
And most of Music City the saw the world within the song
Of a Nashville casualty and ?? goes on.

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

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

Just a Nashville and life
It's a riff that's to play.
You sings for livin' in the street
And you sleeps in the of some caf