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Old Beale Street is down
Sweeties' Bar, boarded up now
And The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone
Faded out with ragtime

Handy's cast in bronze and he's standing in a little
With his trumpet in his
Like he's listening 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 beer
She's the old man's overseer

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

Carrion and mercy, blue and sparkling drums
guitars, eye shades and guns
Aimed at the hot of being no one
Down and out in Tennessee

Old Furry the blues

Bring him smoke and drink and play for you
mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel
But there was one he played
I could feel

There's a double bill murder at the New
The old girl's silent across the
She's silent, for the wrecker's beat
Silent, staring at her name

Diamond and satin dolls
Bourbon laughter, ghosts, falls
To parking lots and malls
As they down old Beale Street

Old Furry the blues

He points a bony finger at you and says, "I like you"
Everybody laughs as if it's the old man's standard
But it's
only welcome for our drink and smoke

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

of the darktown society
Come out of the bricks at me
Like it's a Saturday night, they're in their
Dancing it up and making

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 shanty

Old Furry sings the