Abalone Sky-Banjo Man

He came down from Oregon,
times were lean and hard
but he kept his guard like a junkyard dog
the sky was full of winter snow
and the old men stood and watched him go,
moving down the sidewalk in the cold
moving down the sidewalk in the cold
he was tall and kind of handsome, in a
Gary Cooper way with his
mackinaw and his hat pulled low down he
walked into a nightspot and began to play they
said they’d never heard his kind before they
said they’d never heard his kind before
he wasn’t born a shooting star it was never in the plan
but he could steal your heart away
and they called him the Banjoman
they called him the Banjoman
but it wasn’t always easy
you win sometimes you lose
and the crowd who called him axe, to cut him down
worked the stages of the world,
God knows he paid his dues
and the whiskey days and the darker sides of town
whiskey days and the darker sides of town
whiskey days and the darker sides of town
I met him south of Antwerp, on a stormy night in June
it was everybod’s heros, and the past,
there was a lady of a lifetime, checking out he was ok
and we sang a song together in the rain
sang a song together in the rain
He wasn’t born a shooting star it was never in the plan
but he could steal your heart away
and they called him the Banjoman
they called him the Banjoman