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Old Street is coming down
Snack Bar, boarded up now
And The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone
out with ragtime blues
Handy's in bronze
And standing in a little park
With a trumpet in his
Like he's listening back to the good old
And the click of heeled shoes
Old Furry sings the
up in his bed
With his dentures and his leg
And Ginny's
For her and Furry's beer
She's the old man's angel

Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth
In the gray
They chew the last few off
Old Street's carcass
Carrion and
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 him smoke and drink and he'll play for you
mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel
But there was one song he
I could feel

There's a bill murder at the New Daisy
The old girl's across the street
She's silent, waiting for the beat
Silent, staring are her name
Diamond and satin dolls
Bourbon laughter, ghosts, history
To lots and shopping malls
As they tear down old Street
Old Furry sings the
He points a finger at you and
"I don't you"
Everybody laughs as if it's the old man's joke
But true
We're only welcome for our drink and

W.C. I'm rich and I'm fay
And I'm not with what you played
But I get strong impressions of your hey day
Looking up and down old Street
Ghosts of the society
Come out of the bricks at me
Like it's a Saturday
They're in finery
it up and making deals
Furry the blues
Why should I expect that old guy to give it to me
to hard luck
And and other thieves
our limo is shining on his shanty street
Old sings the blues