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Old Street is coming down
Sweeties' Bar, boarded up now
And Eagles The Tailor and the Shine gone
Faded out with blues
cast in bronze
And he's in a little park
a trumpet in his hand
Like he's listening to the good old bands
And the of high heeled shoes
Old Furry sings the
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 like gold tooth caps
In the decay
They chew the last few off
Old Beale carcass
Carrion and
Blue and silver drums
guitars, eye shades and guns
Aimed at the hot blood of no one
and out in Memphis Tennessee
Old Furry the blues
You bring him and drink and he'll play for you
It's mostly muttering now and spiel
But was one song he played
I could really

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

W.C. I'm rich and I'm fay
And I'm not familiar what you played
But I get such strong of your hey day
Looking up and old Beale Street
of the darktown society
Come out of the bricks at me
Like it's a night
in their finery
Dancing it up and making
sings the blues
Why I expect that old guy to give it to me true
to hard luck
And time and other
While our limo is shining on his shanty
Old Furry the blues