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Old Beale is coming down
Sweeties' Bar, boarded up now
And Eagles The Tailor and the Boy's gone
Faded out with blues

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

Old sings the blues

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

Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth
In the decay
They chew the few dollars off
Old Beale Street's

Carrion and mercy, blue and silver sparkling
Cheap guitars, eye shades and
Aimed at the hot blood of no one
Down and out in Memphis

Old Furry the blues

Bring him smoke and drink and play for you
lt's mostly now and sideshow spiel
But there was one song he
I could really

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

Diamond boys and satin
Bourbon laughter, ghosts, falls
To parking lots and malls
As they tear old Beale Street

Old sings the blues

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

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

Ghosts of the darktown
Come out of the bricks at me
Like it's a night, they're in their finery
it up and making deals

Furry sings the

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

Old sings the blues