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In gabardine he used to stand
Down by the Union Station with 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 pointed to the sign
And busted him for loiterin' when he was makin' memories rhyme.
Out in the falling snow he'd sing his
To a too cold to listen and too white to sing along.

Just a Nashville and life
Done him without a dime.
Ever since the good Lord took his
find him strummin' on the corner all the time.
And most of Music City never the saw the within the song
Of a Nashville casualty and life ?? on.

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

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

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