Kinky Friedman - Nashville Casuality and Life lyrics

In faded gabardine he used to stand Down by the Union Station with that ol' hat in his hand. A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin' rag-time saint. The young folks called him beautiful, the old folks called him quaint. And the station-master pointed to the sign And they busted him for loiterin' when he was makin' memories rhyme. Out in the falling snow he'd sing his song To a world too cold to listen and too white to sing along. Just a Nashville casualty and life Done left him without a dime. Ever since the good Lord took his wife You'll find him strummin' on the corner all the time. And most of Music City never the saw the world within the song Of a Nashville casualty and life goes on. In the attic sets a dusty hat and cane And the kids they found a banjo there all rusted from the rain. I strummed a little rusty rag-time beat And I sang for every soul out on the street. I could almost see him standin' in the rain His black and blinded face reflectin' all the pain Of all the years and people pa**in' by And all the ringin' memories that can make a banjo cry. Just a Nashville casualty and life It's a riff that's hell to play. You sings for your livin' in the street And you sleeps in the back of some cafe