Joni Mitchell - Furry Sings The Blues Lyrics
Old beale street is coming downSweeties snack bar, boarded up nowAnd egles the tailor and the shine boys goneFaded out with ragtime bluesHandys cast in bronzeAnd hes standing in a little parkWith a trumpet in his handLike hes 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 ginnys thereFor her kindness and furrys beerShes the old mans angel overseerPawn shops glitter like gold tooth capsIn the grey decayThey chew the last few dollars offOld beale streets 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 bluesYou bring him smoke and drink and hell play for youLts mostly muttering now and sideshow spielBut there was one song he playedI could really feelTheres a double bill murder at the new daisyThe old girls silent across the streetShes silent - waiting for the wreckers beatSilent - staring ar 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 andI dont like youEverybody laughs as if its the old mans standard jokeBut its trueWere only welcome for our drink and smokeW.c. handy Im rich and Im fayAnd Im 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 its a saturday nightTheyre 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
