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Old Street is coming down
Sweeties' Bar, boarded up now
And Eagles The Tailor and the Shine gone
Faded out with blues

Handy's cast in bronze and he's in a little park
With his in his hand
Like he's listening back to the good old
And the click of high heeled

Old sings the blues

up in his bed
With his and his leg removed
And Ginny's there for her and Furry's beer
the old man's angel overseer

Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth
In the grey
chew the last few dollars off
Old Street's carcass

Carrion and mercy, blue and silver sparkling
guitars, eye shades and guns
Aimed at the hot blood of no one
and out in Memphis Tennessee

Old sings the blues

Bring him and drink and he'll play for you
lt's mostly muttering now and spiel
But there was one song he
I really feel

There's a bill murder at the New Daisy
The old girl's across the street
silent, waiting for the wrecker's beat
Silent, staring at her stolen

boys and satin dolls
Bourbon laughter, ghosts, falls
To parking and shopping malls
As they tear down old Street

Old Furry the blues

He a bony finger at you and says, "I don't like you"
Everybody laughs as if it's the old man's standard
But true
only welcome for our drink and smoke

W.C. Handy, I'm and I'm fay
And I'm not familiar what you played
But I get such strong impressions of hey day
up and down old Beale Street

Ghosts of the darktown
right out of the bricks at me
Like it's a Saturday night, they're in finery
it up and making deals

Furry the blues

Why should I expect old guy to give it to me true
Fallen to luck
And and other thieves
While our limo is on his shanty street

Old Furry sings the