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

Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth
In the decay
They chew the few dollars off
Old Beale carcass
Carrion and
and silver sparkling drums
Cheap guitars, eye and guns
Aimed at the hot blood of no one
Down and out in Tennessee
Old Furry 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 bill murder at the New Daisy
The old girl's across the street
She's silent, for the wrecker's beat
Silent, staring are her stolen
Diamond and satin dolls
Bourbon laughter, ghosts, history
To parking lots and malls
As they down old Beale Street
Old Furry the blues
He points a finger at you and
"I don't you"
laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke
But it's
only welcome for our drink and smoke

W.C. Handy I'm and I'm fay
And I'm not with what you played
But I get strong impressions of your hey day
Looking up and old Beale Street
of the darktown society
Come out of the bricks at me
Like a Saturday night
in their finery
Dancing it up and deals
Furry sings the
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 sings the blues