Nashville Casualty & Life Testo

(kinky friedman)
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 ¡º 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 passin❝ 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 café
And most of music city never sees the world within the song
Of a nashville casualty and life ¡º goes on.