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Old Beale is coming down
Snack Bar, boarded up now
And Eagles The Tailor and the Shine Boy's
Faded out with blues
Handy's cast in
And he's standing in a little
a trumpet in his hand
Like he's listening back to the old bands
And the click of high shoes
Old Furry sings the
up in his bed
With his dentures and his leg
And Ginny's
For her and Furry's beer
the old man's angel overseer

Pawn shops like gold tooth caps
In the decay
chew the last few dollars off
Old Street's carcass
and mercy
Blue and silver sparkling
Cheap guitars, eye and guns
at the hot blood of being no one
Down and out in Tennessee
Old Furry the blues
You him smoke and drink and he'll play for you
It's mostly muttering now and sideshow
But there was one he played
I could feel

a double bill murder at the New Daisy
The old girl's silent across the
She's silent, for the wrecker's beat
Silent, staring are her stolen
Diamond boys and satin
Bourbon laughter, ghosts, falls
To parking lots and malls
As they down old Beale Street
Old Furry sings the
He a bony finger at you and
"I like 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 with what you
But I get such strong of your hey day
Looking up and down old Beale
Ghosts of the society
right out of the bricks at me
Like it's a Saturday
They're in their
Dancing it up and deals
sings the blues
Why I expect that old guy to give it to me true
Fallen to hard
And time and other
While our limo is on his shanty street
Old Furry the blues