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

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

Old Furry sings the

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

Pawn shops glitter like tooth caps
In the decay
chew the last few dollars off
Old Beale Street's

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

Old Furry sings the

Bring him smoke and drink and he'll for you
lt's muttering now and sideshow spiel
But there was one song he
I really feel

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

Diamond boys and 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 man's standard
But true
only welcome 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 impressions of your hey day
Looking up and old Beale Street

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

Furry sings the

Why I expect 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