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

Handy's cast in bronze and standing in a little park
his trumpet in his hand
Like he's back 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 Ginny's for her kindness and Furry's beer
She's the old man's angel

Pawn shops like gold tooth caps
In the decay
They the last few dollars off
Old Beale carcass

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

Old Furry sings the

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

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

Diamond boys and dolls
Bourbon laughter, ghosts, history
To parking lots and malls
As they tear down old Street

Old Furry sings the

He points a bony finger at you and says, "I don't you"
laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke
But true
We're only welcome for our and smoke

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

Ghosts of the darktown
Come out of the bricks at me
Like it's a Saturday night, they're in 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