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Old Beale Street is coming downSweeties' Snack Bar, boarded up nowAnd Eagles The Tailor and the Shine Boy's goneFaded out with ragtime bluesHandy's cast in bronzeAnd he's standing in a little parkWith a trumpet in his handLike he's listening back to the good old bandsAnd the click of high heeled shoesOld Furry sings the bluesPropped up in his bedWith his dentures and his leg removedAnd Ginny's thereFor her kindness and Furry's beerShe's the old man's angel overseerPawn shops glitter like gold tooth capsIn the gray decayThey chew the last few dollars offOld Beale Street's carcassCarrion and mercyBlue and silver sparkling drumsCheap guitars, eye shades and gunsAimed at the hot blood of being no oneDown and out in Memphis TennesseeOld Furry sings the bluesLetras de cancionesYou bring him smoke and drink and he'll play for youIt's mostly muttering now and sideshow spielBut there was one song he playedI could really feelThere's a double bill murder at the New DaisyThe old girl's silent across the streetShe's silent, waiting for the wrecker's beatSilent, staring are her stolen nameDiamond boys and satin dollsBourbon laughter, ghosts, history fallsTo parking lots and shopping mallsAs they tear down old Beale StreetOld Furry sings the bluesHe points a bony finger at you and"I don't like you"Everybody laughs as if it's the old man's standard jokeBut it's trueWe're only welcome for our drink and smokeW.C. Handy I'm rich and I'm fayAnd I'm not familiar with what you playedBut I get such strong impressions of your hey dayLooking up and down old Beale StreetGhosts of the darktown societyCome right out of the bricks at meLike it's a Saturday nightThey're in their fineryDancing it up and making dealsFurry sings the bluesWhy should I expect that old guy to give it to me trueFallen to hard luckAnd time and other thievesWhile our limo is shining on his shanty streetOld Furry sings the blues From Letras Mania