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Old Street is coming down
Snack Bar, boarded up now
And Eagles The Tailor and the Shine Boy's
Faded out ragtime blues

Handy's cast in bronze and he's in a little park
his trumpet in his hand
Like he's listening back to the old bands
And the click of high shoes

Old Furry the blues

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

Pawn glitter like gold tooth caps
In the decay
They the last few dollars off
Old Street's carcass

Carrion and mercy, blue and silver drums
Cheap guitars, eye and guns
at the hot blood of being no one
Down and out in Memphis

Old Furry the blues

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

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

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

Old sings the blues

He points a bony finger at you and says, "I like you"
Everybody laughs as if the old man's standard joke
But true
We're only welcome for our and smoke

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

Ghosts of the society
Come right out of the at me
Like it's a Saturday night, they're in their
Dancing it up and deals

Furry sings the

Why should I expect that old guy to give it to me
Fallen to hard
And time and thieves
While our limo is shining on his street

Old sings the blues