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Old Beale is coming down
Sweeties' Snack Bar, up now
And Eagles The and the Shine Boy's gone
out with ragtime blues
Handy's in bronze
And he's in a little park
With a in his hand
Like listening back to the good old bands
And the click of high shoes
Old sings the blues
up in his bed
With his dentures and his leg
And Ginny's
For her kindness and Furry's
She's the old man's angel

Pawn shops glitter gold tooth caps
In the gray
chew the last few dollars off
Old Beale Street's
and mercy
Blue and sparkling drums
Cheap guitars, eye and guns
at the hot blood of being no one
Down and out in Tennessee
Old Furry sings the
You bring him smoke and drink and play for you
mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel
But there was one he played
I could really

a double 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 name
Diamond boys and dolls
laughter, ghosts, history falls
To parking lots and shopping
As tear down old Beale Street
Old sings the blues
He a bony finger at you and
"I like you"
Everybody laughs as if it's the old man's joke
But true
only welcome for our drink and smoke

W.C. I'm rich and I'm fay
And I'm not familiar with you played
But I get strong impressions of your hey day
Looking up and down old Street
Ghosts of the society
Come right out of the at me
Like a Saturday night
in their finery
Dancing it up and deals
sings the blues
Why should I expect old guy to give it to me true
Fallen to luck
And time and other
our limo is shining on his shanty street
Old sings the blues