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Old Beale Street is coming
Snack Bar, boarded up now
And Eagles The Tailor and the Boy's gone
Faded out ragtime blues
Handy's cast in
And he's standing in a park
With a trumpet in his
Like he's listening back to the old bands
And the click of high shoes
Old Furry the blues
up in his bed
With his dentures and his leg
And there
For her kindness and Furry's
She's the old man's angel

Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth
In the gray
chew the last few dollars off
Old Beale Street's
and mercy
Blue and silver sparkling
guitars, eye shades and guns
Aimed at the hot blood of no one
Down and out in Tennessee
Old Furry sings the
You bring him smoke and drink and he'll for you
It's mostly muttering now and sideshow
But was one song he played
I could feel

There's a bill murder at the New Daisy
The old silent across the street
She's silent, waiting for the beat
Silent, staring are her name
boys and satin dolls
Bourbon laughter, ghosts, falls
To parking lots and shopping
As they tear down old Beale
Old Furry the blues
He points a finger at you and
"I like you"
Everybody laughs as if it's the old man's 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 impressions of hey day
Looking up and down old Beale
of the darktown society
Come right out of the at me
Like a Saturday night
in their finery
Dancing it up and deals
Furry the blues
Why should I expect that old guy to give it to me
Fallen to luck
And time and thieves
While our is shining on his shanty street
Old Furry the blues