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Old Beale is coming down
Sweeties' Snack Bar, up now
And Eagles The Tailor and the Shine gone
Faded out with ragtime

cast in bronze and he's standing in a little park
With his in his hand
Like listening back to the good old bands
And the click of heeled shoes

Old Furry sings the

up in his bed
With his and his leg removed
And Ginny's for her kindness and Furry's beer
the old man's angel overseer

Pawn shops glitter like tooth caps
In the decay
chew the last few dollars off
Old Beale carcass

Carrion and mercy, blue and silver drums
guitars, eye shades and guns
Aimed at the hot blood of no one
Down and out in Tennessee

Old Furry sings the

Bring him smoke and drink and he'll for you
lt's muttering now and sideshow spiel
But was one song he played
I could really

There's a double bill at the New Daisy
The old girl's across the street
silent, waiting for the wrecker's beat
Silent, staring at her name

Diamond boys and dolls
Bourbon laughter, ghosts, history
To lots and shopping malls
As tear down old Beale Street

Old Furry sings the

He a bony finger at you and says, "I don't like you"
Everybody as if it's the old man's standard joke
But it's
We're only for our drink and smoke

W.C. Handy, I'm and I'm fay
And I'm not familiar what you played
But I get such strong impressions of hey day
Looking up and down old Street

Ghosts of the darktown
right out of the bricks at me
Like it's a Saturday night, in their finery
Dancing it up and making

Furry the blues

Why should I expect that old guy to give it to me
to hard luck
And time and other
While our limo is shining on his shanty

Old Furry the blues