Beale St. Blues Songtext
von Eartha Kitt

If Beale Street could talk, if Beale Street could talk
Married men would have to take their beds and walk
Except one or two who never drink booze
And the blind man on the corner who singing "Beale Street Blues!"

You′ll see pretty browns in beautiful gowns
You'll see tailor-mades and hand-me-downs
You′ll meet honest men, and pick-pockets skilled
You'll find that business never ceases 'til somebody gets killed!

I′d rather be there than any place I know
I′d rather be there than any place I know
It's gonna take a sergeant for to make me go!


I′m goin' to the river, maybe by and by
Yes, I′m goin' to the river, and there′s a reason why
Because the river's wet, and Beale Street's done gone dry!

If Beale Street could talk, if Beale Street could talk
Married men would have to take their beds and walk
Except one or two who never drink booze
And the blind man on the corner who singing "Beale Street Blues!"

I′d rather be there than any place I know
I′d rather be there than any place I know
It's gonna take a sergeant for to make me go!

Goin′ to the river, maybe by and by
Yes, I'm goin′ to the river, and there's a reason why
Because the river′s wet, Beale Street's done gone dry!