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

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

Old Furry the blues

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

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

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

Old Furry sings the

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

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

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

Old Furry sings the

He points a bony finger at you and says, "I like you"
Everybody laughs as if it's the old man's standard
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 strong 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 night, they're in their finery
Dancing it up and deals

sings the blues

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

Old Furry the blues