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Old Beale Street is down
Sweeties' Snack Bar, up now
And The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone
Faded out with ragtime
Handy's in bronze
And standing in a little park
With a in his hand
Like he's listening back to the old bands
And the click of heeled shoes
Old Furry the blues
up in his bed
With his and his leg removed
And there
For her and Furry's beer
She's the old man's overseer

Pawn glitter like gold tooth caps
In the gray
They the last few dollars off
Old Beale Street's
Carrion and
Blue and sparkling drums
guitars, eye shades and guns
Aimed at the hot blood of no one
Down and out in Memphis
Old sings the blues
You him smoke and drink and he'll play for you
It's mostly now and sideshow spiel
But there was one he played
I could feel

a double bill murder at the New Daisy
The old girl's across the street
She's silent, waiting for the wrecker's
Silent, are her stolen name
Diamond boys and dolls
laughter, ghosts, history falls
To lots and shopping malls
As they tear down old Beale
Old Furry the blues
He points a bony at you and
"I don't you"
Everybody laughs as if it's the old standard joke
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 such strong impressions of hey day
up and down old Beale Street
Ghosts of the darktown
Come out of the bricks at me
Like it's a Saturday
They're in their
Dancing it up and deals
sings the blues
Why should I expect old guy to give it to me true
to hard luck
And time and other
While our limo is on his shanty street
Old Furry sings the