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Old Beale Street is down
Sweeties' Snack Bar, up now
And Eagles The and the Shine Boy's gone
Faded out ragtime blues

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

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 shops glitter gold tooth caps
In the decay
They chew the few dollars off
Old Street's carcass

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

Old sings the blues

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

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

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

Old Furry the blues

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

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

Furry sings the

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

Old Furry sings the