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

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

Old sings the blues

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

Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth
In the grey
They chew the 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
Down and out in Memphis

Old Furry the blues

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

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

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

Old sings 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
We're only 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 strong impressions of hey day
Looking up and old Beale Street

of the darktown society
Come right out of the at me
Like a Saturday night, they're in their finery
it up and making deals

Furry the blues

Why should I expect that old guy to give it to me
Fallen to hard
And time and thieves
our limo is shining on his shanty street

Old Furry the blues