Nashville Casualty And Life — текст песни (Kinky Friedman)

(Kinky Friedman)

In faded gabardine he used to stand
Down by the Union Station with that ol` hat in his hand.
A banjo-pickin` devil, a singin` rag-time saint.
The young folks called him beautiful, the old folks called him quaint.

And the station-master pointed to the sign
And they busted him for loiterin` when he was makin` memories rhyme.
Out in the falling snow he`d sing his song
To a world too cold to listen and too white to sing along.

Just a Nashville casualty and life
Done left him without a dime.
Ever since the good Lord took his wife
You`ll find him strummin` on the corner all the time.
And most of Music City never the saw the world within the song
Of a Nashville casualty and life — goes on.

In the attic sets a dusty hat and cane
And the kids they found a banjo there all rusted from the rain.
I strummed a little rusty rag-time beat
And I sang for every soul out on the street.

I could almost see him standin` in the rain
His black and blinded face reflectin` all the pain
Of all the years and people passin` by
And all the ringin` memories that can make a banjo cry.

Just a Nashville casualty and life
It`s a riff that`s hell to play.
You sings for your livin` in the street
And you sleeps in the back of some cafГ©
And most of Music City never sees the world within the song
Of a Nashville casualty and life — goes on.