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Old Street is coming down
Snack Bar, boarded up now
And The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone
out with ragtime blues

Handy's cast in bronze and standing in a little park
With his in his hand
Like listening back to the good old bands
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
She's the old angel overseer

shops glitter like gold tooth caps
In the grey
They chew the last few off
Old Beale Street's

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

Old Furry sings the

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

There's a double murder at the New Daisy
The old girl's across the street
She's silent, waiting for the beat
Silent, staring at her stolen

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

Old Furry sings the

He points a finger at you and says, "I don't like you"
Everybody laughs as if the old man's standard joke
But true
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 strong impressions of hey day
Looking up and old Beale Street

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

Furry the blues

Why I expect that old guy to give it to me true
Fallen to luck
And time and other
While our limo is shining on his street

Old sings the blues