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Old Street is coming down
Snack Bar, boarded up now
And Eagles The Tailor and the Boy's gone
out with ragtime blues
Handy's cast in
And he's standing in a little
With a trumpet in his
he's listening back to the good old bands
And the of high heeled shoes
Old Furry sings the
up in his bed
With his and his leg removed
And there
For her kindness and Furry's
She's the old man's overseer

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

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

W.C. Handy I'm and I'm fay
And I'm not familiar with you played
But I get such strong of your hey day
Looking up and down old Beale
Ghosts of the darktown
right out of the bricks at me
Like a Saturday night
They're in their
it up and making deals
Furry sings the
Why should I expect that old guy to it to me true
Fallen to luck
And and other thieves
While our limo is shining on his street
Old Furry sings the