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steve forbert - grand central station, march 18, 1977 lyrics

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{t: grand central station, march 18, 1977}
{st: steve forbert}
# transcribed by joe hartley
{ng}
{c: capo up 2}
{c: intro riff 2x}

{sot}
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{eot}

[dm]gra[f]nd central [c]station [dm]whe[f]els and it [c]deals, [dm]the [f]crowds rush and sc[c]rambl[a7]e,
[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]do[f]wn near a [c]doorwa[a7]y,
[d7]howling out words and [g]banging out chords.

{soc}
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 [g]listen for [c]free
{c: intro riff}
{eoc}

[dm]bi[f]g clocks were [c]tickin’, [dm]tra[f]ins came and [c]went, [dm]sa[f]d, ragged [c]figur[a7]es
[d7]limped in the hallways and [g]dug through the trash

while [dm]ol[f]d folks and [c]young folks, [dm]p-ssed [f]in a [c]flood, [dm]on[f] dashing [c]somewhe[a7]re,
[d7]wrapped in their lives and [g]gone in a flash

{c: chorus}

{c: bridge/harp solo – 2x}
{sot}
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{eot}

well, a [dm]man[f] came a [c]talkin’, [dm]he st[f]opped where i [c]stood. he w[dm]arn[f]ed me so [c]gravel[a7]y,
‘the [d7]cops here’ll nab ya, boy and they’ll [g]take ya right on down,’ yes, but

[dm]i [f]took my [c]chances, and [dm]luc[f]k saw me [c]through, [dm]i s[f]tayed until i’d [c]finish[a7]ed,
[d7]played what i pleased and [g]poured out my sound

{c: chorus}

- steve forbert lyrics

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