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Old Beale Street is down
Sweeties' Bar, boarded up now
And Eagles The Tailor and the Shine gone
Faded out with ragtime
Handy's cast in
And standing in a little park
With a in his hand
Like he's back to the good old bands
And the of high heeled shoes
Old Furry the blues
up in his bed
With his and his leg removed
And there
For her kindness and beer
She's the old angel overseer

Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth
In the decay
chew the last few dollars off
Old Street's carcass
Carrion and
Blue and sparkling drums
Cheap guitars, eye and guns
Aimed at the hot blood of no one
and out in Memphis Tennessee
Old Furry the blues
You bring him smoke and drink and play for you
mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel
But there was one song he
I could feel

There's a double murder at the New Daisy
The old girl's silent across the
She's silent, waiting for the beat
Silent, staring are her stolen
Diamond boys and satin
Bourbon laughter, ghosts, falls
To parking lots and shopping
As tear down old Beale Street
Old Furry sings the
He points a finger at you and
"I like you"
Everybody laughs as if the old man's standard joke
But it's
We're only welcome for our and smoke

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