You know New
York is an amazing city
and every time I go there
I write a story.
Here's another story,
it's about a New York street musician
who played real good for free
and that's the name of the song,
he played real good for free.
And it's in a kind of a G notary country
and Western riff
Funky G notary, of course
Happy trails to you.
I guess that's Roy Rogers
I slept last night in a good hotel
I went shopping today for jewels
The wind rushed around in the dirty town
And the children let out from their schools
I was standing on a noisy corner,
waiting for the walking green.
Across the street he stood,
and he played real good,
on his clarinet, for free.
Me, I play for fortunes
And those velvet curtain calls
I've got a black limousine
and two white men
escorting me to the hall s
I play if you have the money now,
or if you're a friend to me.
But the one man banned
by the quick lunch stand
He was playing real good for
free
Nobody stopped to hear him,
though he played so sweet and high.
They knew he had never
been on their TV,
so they passed his music by.
I meant to go over and ask for a song,
maybe put on a harmony,
I heard his refrain as the
The changed, he was playing real good,
an d for free