Grand Central Station, March 18, 1977

Grand Central Station, March 18, 1977 Lyrics

Song Grand Central Station, March 18, 1977
Artist Steve Forbert
Album Alive on Arrival
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作曲 : 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
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
Chorus 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 stayed until
I'd finished
Played what
I pleased
And poured out my sound
Chorus
zuo qu : 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
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
Chorus 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 stayed until
I' d finished
Played what
I pleased
And poured out my sound
Chorus
zuò qǔ : 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
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
Chorus 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 stayed until
I' d finished
Played what
I pleased
And poured out my sound
Chorus
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