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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 with ragtime

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

Old Furry sings the

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

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

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

Old Furry the blues

Bring him smoke and drink and play for you
lt's mostly now and sideshow spiel
But there was one he played
I really feel

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

Diamond boys and satin
Bourbon laughter, ghosts, falls
To lots and shopping malls
As they down old Beale Street

Old Furry the blues

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

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

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

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 on his shanty street

Old Furry the blues