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Old Street is coming down
Snack Bar, boarded up now
And Eagles The and the Shine Boy's gone
Faded out with 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 good old
And the click of heeled shoes

Old Furry the blues

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

Pawn shops glitter like tooth caps
In the grey
They the last few dollars off
Old Beale carcass

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

Old sings the blues

Bring him smoke and drink and he'll for you
mostly 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
She's silent, waiting for the wrecker's
Silent, at her stolen name

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

Old Furry the blues

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

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

Ghosts of the society
Come out of the bricks at me
it's a Saturday night, they're in their finery
Dancing it up and making

Furry the blues

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

Old sings the blues