KINKY FRIEDMAN - NASHVILLE CASUALTY AND LIFE lyrics

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Nashville Casualty And Life<br>

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(Kinky Friedman)<br>

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In faded gabardine he used to stand<br>

Down by the Union Station with that ol’ hat in his hand.<br>

A banjo-pickin’ devil, a singin’ rag-time saint.<br>

The young folks called him beautiful, the old folks called him quaint.<br>

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And the station-master pointed to the sign<br>

And they busted him for loiterin’ when he was makin’ memories rhyme.<br>

Out in the falling snow he’d sing his song<br>

To a world too cold to listen and too white to sing along.<br>

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Just a Nashville casualty and life<br>

Done left him without a dime.<br>

Ever since the good Lord took his wife<br>

You’ll find him strummin’ on the corner all the time.<br>

And most of Music City never the saw the world within the song<br>

Of a Nashville casualty and life — goes on.<br>

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In the attic sets a dusty hat and cane<br>

And the kids they found a banjo there all rusted from the rain.<br>

I strummed a little rusty rag-time beat<br>

And I sang for every soul out on the street.<br>

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I could almost see him standin’ in the rain<br>

His black and blinded face reflectin’ all the pain<br>

Of all the years and people passin’ by<br>

And all the ringin’ memories that can make a banjo cry.<br>

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Just a Nashville casualty and life<br>

It's a riff that's hell to play.<br>

You sings for your livin’ in the street<br>

And you sleeps in the back of some café<br>

And most of Music City never sees the world within the song<br>

Of a Nashville casualty and life — goes on.<br>

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