Steve Forbert - Grand Central Station, March 18, 1977

.Gra[F]nd Central [C]Station wheels and it deals, [Dm]the [F]crowds rush and scramble,
[D7]Round past the newsstands and [G]out across the floors

And [Dm]I [F]did some [C]singing, [Dm]and I [F]played [C]guitar, [Dm]down near a [C]doorway,
[D7]howling out words and [G]banging out chords.

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Well, [C]think what you will, [Em]laugh if you like, it [Am]don't make no [Em]difference to [F]me.
[C]I'll open my case, [Em]and I might catch a coin, but [F]all ears may listen for free


Big clocks were tickin', trains came and went, ]sad, ragged figures
]limped in the hallways and dug through the trash

While old folks and young folks, passed in a flood, on dashing somewhere,
wrapped in their lives and gone in a flash


Well, a man came a talkin', he stopped where I [C]stood. He warned me so gravely,
'The [D7]cops here'll nab ya, boy and they'll ]take ya right on down,' yes, but
I took my]chances, and luck saw me through, I s]tayed until I'd finis]ed,
Played what I pleased and poured out my sound

Written by:
STEVE FORBERT

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