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I slept last night in a good hotel |
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I went shopping today for jewels |
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The wind rushed around in the dirty town |
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And the children let out from the schools |
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I was standing on a noisy corner |
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Waiting for the walking green |
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Across the street he stood and he played real good |
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On his clarinet, for free |
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Now me, I play for fortunes |
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And those velvet curtain calls |
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I got a black limousine and two gentlemen |
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Escorting me to the halls |
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And I play if you have the money |
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Or if you're a friend to me |
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But the one man band by the quick lunch stand |
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He was playing real good, for free |
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Nobody stopped to hear him |
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Though he played so sweet and high |
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They knew he had never been on their TV |
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So they passed his music by |
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I meant to go over and ask for a song |
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Maybe put on a harmony |
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I heard his refrain as the signal changed |
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He was playing real good, for free |
