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Old Beale Street is coming
Sweeties' Snack Bar, up now
And Eagles The and the Shine Boy's gone
Faded out ragtime blues
Handy's in bronze
And he's in a little park
a trumpet in his hand
Like he's back to the good old bands
And the click of high heeled
Old Furry the blues
up in his bed
With his dentures and his leg
And there
For her and Furry's beer
She's the old man's overseer

Pawn shops like gold tooth caps
In the decay
chew the last few dollars off
Old Beale carcass
and mercy
Blue and silver sparkling
Cheap guitars, eye shades and
at the hot blood of being no one
Down and out in Tennessee
Old Furry sings the
You bring him smoke and drink and play for you
It's muttering now and sideshow spiel
But there was one 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, staring are her name
Diamond boys and satin
laughter, ghosts, history falls
To lots and shopping malls
As they tear down old Street
Old Furry sings the
He points a finger at you and
"I don't you"
laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke
But true
We're welcome for our drink and smoke

W.C. I'm rich and I'm fay
And I'm not familiar with what you
But I get strong impressions of your hey day
Looking up and down old Street
Ghosts of the society
Come right out of the at me
Like a Saturday night
They're in finery
Dancing it up and deals
Furry the blues
Why should I expect that old guy to it to me true
Fallen to luck
And and other thieves
While our limo is on his shanty street
Old Furry sings the