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Old Beale Street is down
Snack Bar, boarded up now
And The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone
Faded out with blues
Handy's in bronze
And he's standing in a park
a trumpet in his hand
Like he's 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 there
For her and Furry's beer
She's the old man's angel

shops glitter like gold tooth caps
In the gray
They chew the few dollars off
Old Beale carcass
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
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 really

There's a double bill at the New Daisy
The old girl's silent the street
She's silent, waiting for the wrecker's
Silent, staring are her name
Diamond and satin dolls
Bourbon laughter, ghosts, falls
To parking and shopping malls
As tear down old Beale Street
Old Furry the blues
He points a finger at you and
"I don't you"
Everybody laughs as if it's the old man's joke
But true
We're only welcome for our drink and

W.C. Handy I'm and I'm fay
And I'm not familiar with what you
But I get such impressions of your hey day
Looking up and down old Street
of the darktown society
Come right out of the at me
Like a Saturday night
in their finery
Dancing it up and making
Furry sings the
Why should I that old guy to give it to me true
to hard luck
And time and other
While our limo is shining on his street
Old sings the blues