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Old Beale Street is down
Sweeties' Bar, boarded up now
And Eagles The Tailor and the Shine Boy's
Faded out with blues
Handy's in bronze
And he's standing in a park
a trumpet in his hand
Like he's listening back to the old bands
And the click of heeled shoes
Old sings 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

Pawn shops glitter like gold caps
In the gray
They chew the last few off
Old Beale carcass
and mercy
Blue and silver drums
Cheap guitars, eye and guns
at the hot blood of being no one
Down and out in Memphis
Old sings the blues
You bring him smoke and and he'll play for you
It's mostly now and sideshow spiel
But there was one song he
I could really

There's a bill murder at the New Daisy
The old girl's silent the street
silent, waiting for the wrecker's beat
Silent, staring are her stolen
Diamond boys and satin
Bourbon laughter, ghosts, history
To lots and shopping malls
As they tear down old Beale
Old sings the blues
He a bony finger at you and
"I don't you"
laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke
But true
We're only for our drink and smoke

W.C. I'm rich and I'm fay
And I'm not with what you played
But I get such strong of your hey day
Looking up and down old Street
Ghosts of the society
Come out of the bricks at me
Like it's a night
They're in their
it up and making deals
Furry the blues
Why should I that old guy to give it to me true
Fallen to luck
And time and other
While our is shining on his shanty street
Old Furry the blues