The Banjo Man
The man would play his banjo
And sing a song, for his food
Some would drop in nickles and dimes
While others were somewhat rude
He didn't have a tooth in his head
But he smiled as big as could be
He lived to play his banjo
While singing a bit off key
No one ever knew his name
They didn't care enough to ask
They'd walk right by him everyday
In a hurry to finish their task
Every morning, rain or shine
His music would fill the air
Til one day, the corner was empty
For he simply wasn't there
Then people started asking
"What happened to the banjo man?"
"I heard he had a stroke", one said
"And he can no longer stand"
"He's living in an old folks home
A block or two away"
It wasn't long, the word spread quickly
And a crowd was on their way
When they got there, he began to smile
And asked for the familiar five string
He started to play as loud as he could
As his friends all started to sing
They came back every morning
Til one day he passed away
But they never forgot the banjo man
And the music he would play
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