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

Handy's cast in and he's standing in a little park
With his trumpet in his
Like he's back to the good old bands
And the click of high heeled

Old Furry the blues

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

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

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

Old Furry the blues

Bring him and drink and he'll play for you
mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel
But there was one song he
I really feel

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

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

Old Furry sings the

He points a bony at you and says, "I don't like you"
laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke
But it's
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 such strong of your hey day
Looking up and down old Beale

of the darktown society
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
Fallen to luck
And time and other
While our is shining on his shanty street

Old sings the blues