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

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

a Nashville casualty and life
Done left him a dime.
Ever since the good Lord his wife
find him strummin' on the corner all the time.
And most of Music City the saw the world within the song
Of a Nashville casualty and life ?? on.

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

I could almost see him 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 casualty and life
It's a that's hell to play.
You sings for livin' in the street
And you sleeps in the back of caf