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

Handy's cast in bronze and he's standing in a little
With his trumpet in his
Like he's back to the good 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 overseer

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

and mercy, blue and silver sparkling drums
Cheap guitars, eye shades and
Aimed at the hot of being no one
Down and out in Tennessee

Old Furry the blues

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

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

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

Old Furry the blues

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 welcome for our and smoke

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

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

Furry sings the

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

Old Furry sings the