I slept last night in a good hotel
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I went shopping today for jewels
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The wind rushed around in the dirty town
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And the children let out from the schools
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I was standing on a noisy corner
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Waiting for the walking green
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Across the street he stood
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And he played real good
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On his clarinet, for free.
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Now me I play for fortune
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And those velvet curtain calls
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I've got a black limousine
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And two gentlemen
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Escorting me to the halls
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And I play if you have the money
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Or if you're a friend to me
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But the one man band
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By the quick lunch stand
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He was playing real good, for free.
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Nobody stopped to hear him
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Though he played so sweet and high
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They knew he had never
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Been on their T.V.
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So they passed his music by
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I meant to go over and ask for a song
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Maybe put on a harmony...
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I heard his refrain
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As the signal changed
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He was playing real good, for free.
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REAL GOOD FOR FREE
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| Joni Mitchell |
