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

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

Old sings 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 glitter like gold tooth caps
In the decay
chew the last few dollars off
Old Street's carcass

Carrion and mercy, and silver sparkling drums
guitars, eye shades and guns
Aimed at the hot blood of no one
Down and out in Memphis

Old Furry the blues

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

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

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

Old sings the blues

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
only welcome for our drink and smoke

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

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

sings the blues

Why should I that old guy to give it to me true
Fallen to hard
And and other thieves
While our limo is shining on his shanty

Old Furry sings the