Grand Central Station, March 18, 1977 Songtext
von Steve Forbert

.Grand Central Station wheels and it deals,
The crowds rush and scramble,
Round past the newsstands and out across the floors

And I did some singing,
And I played guitar, down near a doorway,
Howling out words and banging out chords.


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Well, think what you will,
Laugh if you like, it don′t make no difference to me.
I'll open my case, and I might catch a coin,
But 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 stood. He warned me so gravely,
'The 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