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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 in his hand
Like he's listening to the good old bands
And the click of heeled shoes

Old Furry sings the

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 gold tooth
In the grey
chew the last few dollars off
Old Beale Street's

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

Old Furry the blues

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

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

Diamond boys and dolls
Bourbon laughter, ghosts, history
To parking lots and shopping
As tear 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 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 familiar with what you
But I get such impressions of your hey day
Looking up and down old Beale

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

Furry the blues

Why should I that 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