Grand Central Station Lyrics & Chords By 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