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