| 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 the dirty town
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| And the children let out from their schools
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| I was standing on a noisy corner
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| I was 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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| He was playin' real good for free
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| Me I play for fortunes
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| And those velvet curtain calls
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| I got a black limousine and about thirty-seven criminal
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| Escorting me to this halls
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| And I’ll play if you have some money
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| Or if you’re a friend to me
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| But that one-man band by the quick lunch stand
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| He was just playin' real good for free
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| Nobody, I say nobody, nobody stopped to hear him
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| Though he played so sweet and high
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| They knew they had never seen him on their TV screen
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| So they passed his music by
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| Me I meant to go over ask for a song
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| Maybe put on a harmony
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| I heard his refrain as the signals changed
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| He was still playin' real good for free |