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Old Beale Street is coming down |
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Sweeties' Snack Bar, boarded up now |
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And Egles The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone |
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Faded out with ragtime blues |
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Handy's cast in bronze |
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And he's standing in a little park |
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With a trumpet in his hand |
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Like he's listening back to the good old bands |
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And the click of high heeled shoes |
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Old Furry sings the blues |
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Propped up in his bed |
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With his dentures and his leg removed |
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And Ginny's there |
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For her kindness and Furry's beer |
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She's the old man's angel overseer |
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Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps |
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In the grey decay |
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They chew the last few dollars off |
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Old Beale Street's carcass |
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Carrion and mercy |
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Blue and silver sparkling drums |
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Cheap guitars, eye shades and guns |
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Aimed at the hot blood of being no one |
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Down and out in Memphis Tennessee |
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Old Furry sings the blues |
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You bring him smoke and drink and he'll play for you |
| [02:05.95] |
It's mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel |
| [02:11.70] |
But there was one song he played |
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I could really feel |
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There's a double bill murder at the New Daisy |
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The old girl's silent across the street |
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She's silent - waiting for the wrecker's beat |
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Silent - staring at her stolen name |
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Diamond boys and satin dolls |
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Bourbon laughter- ghosts - history falls |
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To parking lots and shopping malls |
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As they tear down old Beale Street |
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Old Furry sings the blues |
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He points a bony finger at you and |
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"I don't like you" |
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Everybody laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke |
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But it's true |
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We're only welcome for our drink and smoke |
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W.C. Handy I'm rich and I'm fay |
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And I'm not familiar with what you played |
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But I get such strong impressions of your hey day |
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Looking up and down old Beale Street |
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Ghosts of the darktown society |
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Come right out of the bricks at me |
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Like it's a Saturday night |
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They're in their finery |
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Dancing it up and making deals |
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Furry sings the blues |
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Why should I expect that old guy to give it to me true |
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Fallen to hard luck |
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And time and other thieves |
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While our limo is shining on his shanty street |
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Old Furry sings the blues |
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