.(Kinky Friedman)
In faded gabardine he used to stand
Down by the Union Station with that ol' hat in his hand.
A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin' rag-time saint.
The young folks called him beautiful, the old folks called him quaint.
And the station-master pointed to the si.
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