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

Pawn shops glitter gold tooth caps
In the decay
chew the last few dollars off
Old Beale Street's
Carrion and
Blue and silver sparkling
Cheap guitars, eye and guns
Aimed at the hot of being no one
Down and out in Memphis
Old Furry sings the
You him smoke and drink and he'll play for you
It's mostly muttering now and sideshow
But there was one song he
I could really

a double bill murder at the New Daisy
The old silent across the street
She's silent, for the wrecker's beat
Silent, staring are her stolen
Diamond and satin dolls
laughter, ghosts, history falls
To lots and shopping malls
As they tear old Beale Street
Old sings the blues
He a bony finger at you and
"I like you"
Everybody laughs as if the old man's standard joke
But it's
We're only 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 of your hey day
Looking up and old Beale Street
Ghosts of the society
Come out of the bricks at me
it's a Saturday night
They're in their
Dancing it up and deals
Furry the blues
Why should I expect old guy to give it to me true
Fallen to hard
And time and thieves
While our is shining on his shanty street
Old sings the blues