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Old Beale Street is down
Snack Bar, boarded up now
And Eagles The Tailor and the Boy's gone
Faded out with blues

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

Old Furry sings the

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

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

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

Old Furry the blues

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

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

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

Old Furry sings the

He a bony finger at you and says, "I don't like you"
laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke
But it's
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 down old Street

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

Furry sings the

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

Old Furry the blues