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

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

Old Furry the blues

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

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

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

Old Furry the blues

Bring him smoke and and he'll play for you
lt's mostly 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 across the street
She's silent, waiting for the wrecker's
Silent, at her stolen name

Diamond boys and dolls
Bourbon laughter, ghosts, history
To parking and shopping malls
As tear down 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
We're only 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 strong impressions of your hey day
Looking up and down old Beale

Ghosts of the society
right out of the bricks at me
Like it's a Saturday night, they're in their
Dancing it up and deals

Furry sings the

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

Old Furry sings the