Grand Central Station
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Wheels and it deals
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The crowds rush and scramble
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Round past the newsstands
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And out across the floors
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And I did some singing
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And I played guitar
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Down near a doorway
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Howling out words
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And banging out chords
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Well, think what you will
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Laugh if you like
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It don't make no difference to me
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I'll open my case
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And I might catch a coin
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But all ears may listen for free
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Big clocks were tickin'
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Trains came and went
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Sad, ragged figures
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Limped in the hallways
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And dug through the trash
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While old folks and young folks
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Passed in a flood
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On dashing somewhere
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Wrapped in their lives
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And gone in a flash
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Chorus
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Well, a man came a talkin'
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He stopped where I stood
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He warned me so gravely
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The cops here'll nab ya, boy
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And they'll take ya right on down
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Yes, but I took my chances
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And luck saw me through
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I stayed until I'd finished
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Played what I pleased
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And poured out my sound
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Chorus
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Grand Central Station, March 18, 1977
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| Steve Forbert |
