| G | Fmaj7 | Em | |
| I slept last | night in a | good hotel |
| Am | C | F | C | |
| I went | shopping to | day for j | ew | els |
| G | Fmaj7 | Em | |
| The | wind rushed | around the d | irty town |
| Am | C | F | C | |
| And the | children let | out from the s | ch | ools |
| Am | G | |
| I was | standing on a noisy | corner |
| C | G | F | Em | D | |
| Waiting for the | walking | gr | een |
| G | Fmaj7 | Em | |
| Across the street he | stood and he | played real good |
| Am | C | F | C | |
| On his | clairi | net for | fre | e |
| G | D | F | C | G | D | F | C |
| G | Fmaj7 | Em | |
| Now | me I | play for | fortune |
| Am | C | F | C | |
| And those | velvet | curtain | cal | ls |
| G | Fmaj7 | Em | |
| I've got a | black limo | usine and | two ladies |
| Am | C | F | C | |
| Es | corting me | to the | ha | lls |
| Am | G | |
| And I'll | play If you have the | money |
| C | G | F | Em | D | |
| Or | if you're a | friend to | me | -ee | -ee |
| G | Fmaj7 | Em | |
| But the one man | band by the | quick lunch stand |
| Am | C | F | C | |
| He was | playing real | good for | fr | ee |
| G | D | F | C | G | D | F | C |
| G | Fmaj7 | Em | |
| Well | Nobody | stopped to | hear him |
| Am | C | F | C | |
| Though he | played so | sweet and | hi | gh |
| G | Fmaj7 | Em | |
| And they | knew he had | never been on their | TV screen |
| Am | C | F | C | |
| So they | passed his | music | by |
| Am | G | |
| Well I | meant to go over and | ask for a song |
| C | G | F | Em | D | |
| Maybe | put on a | harmo | ny |
| G | Fmaj7 | Em | |
| I heard his | refrain as the | signal changed |
| Am | C | F | C | Em | |
| He was still | playing real | good for | fr | ee |
| >From The Byrds 1973 Asylum Records |
| Siquomb Publishing Corp (BMI) |