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Old Beale is coming down
Sweeties' Snack Bar, up now
And The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone
Faded out with ragtime

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

Old sings the blues

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

Pawn shops glitter like tooth caps
In the decay
They chew the last few off
Old Beale carcass

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

Old Furry sings the

Bring him smoke and drink and play for you
lt's mostly muttering now and sideshow
But there was one he played
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, staring at her stolen

boys and satin dolls
Bourbon laughter, ghosts, history
To parking and shopping malls
As they tear down old Street

Old Furry sings the

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

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

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

sings the blues

Why should I expect old guy to give it to me true
to hard luck
And time and other
While our limo is on his shanty street

Old sings the blues