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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 standing in a park
his trumpet in his hand
Like listening back to the good old bands
And the click of heeled shoes

Old Furry the blues

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

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

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

Old sings the blues

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

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

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

Old sings the blues

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

W.C. Handy, I'm and I'm fay
And I'm not familiar with 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
it's a Saturday night, they're in their finery
Dancing it up and deals

Furry the blues

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

Old Furry the blues