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 the 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 guitar for free
Nobody stopped to hear him
Though he played so sweet and high
They knew he'd never be on their TV
So they passed his music by
I meant to go over and ask for a song
May we put on a harmony
I heard his refrain as the signal changed
He was playing real good for free...