Furry Sings the Blues Lyrics

Song	Furry Sings the Blues
Artist	Joni Mitchell
Album	Shadows and Light [live]
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	作词 : Mitchell
	Old Beale
	Street is coming down
	Sweeties'
	Snack Bar, boarded up now
	And Eagles
	The Tailor and the
	Shine Boy's gone
	Faded out with ragtime blues
	Handy's cast in bronze and he's standing in a little park
	With his trumpet in his hand
	Like he's listening back to the good old bands
	And the click of high heeled shoes
	Old Furry sings the blues
	Propped up in his bed
	With his dentures and his leg removed
	And Ginny's there for her kindness and
	Furry's beer
	She's the old man's angel overseer
	Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps
	In the grey decay
	They chew the last few dollars off
	Old Beale
	Street's carcass
	Carrion and mercy, blue and silver sparkling drums
	Cheap guitars, eye shades and guns
	Aimed at the hot blood of being no one
	Down and out in
	Memphis Tennessee
	Old Furry sings the blues
	Bring him smoke and drink and he'll play for yoult's mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel
	But there was one song he played
	I could really feel
	There's a double bill murder at the
	New DaisyThe old girl's silent across the street
	She's silent, waiting for the wrecker's beat
	Silent, staring at her stolen name
	Diamond boys and satin dolls
	Bourbon laughter, ghosts, history falls
	To parking lots and shopping malls
	As they tear down old
	Beale Street
	Old Furry sings the blues
	He points a bony finger at you and says, "I don't like you"
	Everybody laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke
	But it's true
	We're only welcome for our drink and smoke
	W.C. Handy,
	I'm rich and
	I'm fayAnd
	I'm not familiar with what you played
	But I get such strong impressions of your hey day
	Looking up and down old
	Beale Street
	Ghosts of the darktown society
	Come right out of the bricks at me
	Like it's a
	Saturday night, they're in their finery
	Dancing it up and making deals
	Furry sings the blues
	Why should
	I expect that old guy to give it to me true
	Fallen to hard luck
	And time and other thieves
	While our limo is shining on his shanty street
	Old Furry sings the blues

	zuo ci : Mitchell
	Old Beale
	Street is coming down
	Sweeties'
	Snack Bar, boarded up now
	And Eagles
	The Tailor and the
	Shine Boy' s gone
	Faded out with ragtime blues
	Handy' s cast in bronze and he' s standing in a little park
	With his trumpet in his hand
	Like he' s listening back to the good old bands
	And the click of high heeled shoes
	Old Furry sings the blues
	Propped up in his bed
	With his dentures and his leg removed
	And Ginny' s there for her kindness and
	Furry' s beer
	She' s the old man' s angel overseer
	Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps
	In the grey decay
	They chew the last few dollars off
	Old Beale
	Street' s carcass
	Carrion and mercy, blue and silver sparkling drums
	Cheap guitars, eye shades and guns
	Aimed at the hot blood of being no one
	Down and out in
	Memphis Tennessee
	Old Furry sings the blues
	Bring him smoke and drink and he' ll play for yoult' s mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel
	But there was one song he played
	I could really feel
	There' s a double bill murder at the
	New DaisyThe old girl' s silent across the street
	She' s silent, waiting for the wrecker' s beat
	Silent, staring at her stolen name
	Diamond boys and satin dolls
	Bourbon laughter, ghosts, history falls
	To parking lots and shopping malls
	As they tear down old
	Beale Street
	Old Furry sings the blues
	He points a bony finger at you and says, " I don' t like you"
	Everybody laughs as if it' s the old man' s standard joke
	But it' s true
	We' re only welcome for our drink and smoke
	W. C. Handy,
	I' m rich and
	I' m fayAnd
	I' m not familiar with what you played
	But I get such strong impressions of your hey day
	Looking up and down old
	Beale Street
	Ghosts of the darktown society
	Come right out of the bricks at me
	Like it' s a
	Saturday night, they' re in their finery
	Dancing it up and making deals
	Furry sings the blues
	Why should
	I expect that old guy to give it to me true
	Fallen to hard luck
	And time and other thieves
	While our limo is shining on his shanty street
	Old Furry sings the blues

	zuò cí : Mitchell
	Old Beale
	Street is coming down
	Sweeties'
	Snack Bar, boarded up now
	And Eagles
	The Tailor and the
	Shine Boy' s gone
	Faded out with ragtime blues
	Handy' s cast in bronze and he' s standing in a little park
	With his trumpet in his hand
	Like he' s listening back to the good old bands
	And the click of high heeled shoes
	Old Furry sings the blues
	Propped up in his bed
	With his dentures and his leg removed
	And Ginny' s there for her kindness and
	Furry' s beer
	She' s the old man' s angel overseer
	Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps
	In the grey decay
	They chew the last few dollars off
	Old Beale
	Street' s carcass
	Carrion and mercy, blue and silver sparkling drums
	Cheap guitars, eye shades and guns
	Aimed at the hot blood of being no one
	Down and out in
	Memphis Tennessee
	Old Furry sings the blues
	Bring him smoke and drink and he' ll play for yoult' s mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel
	But there was one song he played
	I could really feel
	There' s a double bill murder at the
	New DaisyThe old girl' s silent across the street
	She' s silent, waiting for the wrecker' s beat
	Silent, staring at her stolen name
	Diamond boys and satin dolls
	Bourbon laughter, ghosts, history falls
	To parking lots and shopping malls
	As they tear down old
	Beale Street
	Old Furry sings the blues
	He points a bony finger at you and says, " I don' t like you"
	Everybody laughs as if it' s the old man' s standard joke
	But it' s true
	We' re only welcome for our drink and smoke
	W. C. Handy,
	I' m rich and
	I' m fayAnd
	I' m not familiar with what you played
	But I get such strong impressions of your hey day
	Looking up and down old
	Beale Street
	Ghosts of the darktown society
	Come right out of the bricks at me
	Like it' s a
	Saturday night, they' re in their finery
	Dancing it up and making deals
	Furry sings the blues
	Why should
	I expect that old guy to give it to me true
	Fallen to hard luck
	And time and other thieves
	While our limo is shining on his shanty street
	Old Furry sings the blues

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