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

Pawn shops glitter like tooth caps
In the gray
They chew the few dollars off
Old Beale Street's
Carrion and
and silver sparkling drums
Cheap guitars, eye shades and
Aimed at the hot of being no one
Down and out in Memphis
Old sings the blues
You bring him smoke and drink and play for you
It's mostly muttering now and sideshow
But there was one song he
I really feel

There's a double bill at the New Daisy
The old girl's silent across the
She's silent, for the wrecker's beat
Silent, staring are her name
Diamond boys and satin
laughter, ghosts, history falls
To parking and shopping malls
As they down old Beale Street
Old Furry the blues
He points a finger at you and
"I don't you"
Everybody laughs as if the old man's standard joke
But it's
only welcome for our drink and smoke

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
up and down old Beale Street
Ghosts of the darktown
right out of the bricks at me
Like a Saturday night
They're in finery
Dancing it up and deals
Furry sings the
Why should I that old guy to give it to me true
Fallen to luck
And time and thieves
While our limo is shining on his street
Old Furry the blues