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Old Beale is coming down
Snack Bar, boarded up now
And Eagles The Tailor and the Boy's gone
Faded out with blues
Handy's in bronze
And he's standing in a little
With a trumpet in his
Like he's listening back to the old bands
And the of high heeled shoes
Old Furry sings the
up in his bed
With his and his leg removed
And Ginny's
For her kindness and Furry's
She's the old angel overseer

Pawn shops glitter like tooth caps
In the decay
They the last few dollars off
Old Street's carcass
Carrion and
Blue and sparkling drums
Cheap guitars, eye and guns
Aimed at the hot of being no one
and out in Memphis Tennessee
Old Furry the blues
You bring him smoke and drink and he'll for you
It's mostly muttering now and sideshow
But there was one song he
I really feel

There's a double bill at the New Daisy
The old girl's silent the street
She's silent, waiting for the beat
Silent, staring are her stolen
boys and satin dolls
Bourbon laughter, ghosts, falls
To parking lots and malls
As they tear old Beale Street
Old Furry the blues
He a bony finger at you and
"I don't you"
Everybody laughs as if the old man's 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 what you played
But I get such strong of your hey day
up and down old Beale Street
Ghosts of the darktown
right out of the bricks at me
Like it's a night
They're in finery
Dancing it up and making
Furry the blues
Why should I that 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 the blues