Furry Sings The Blues (with Joni Mitchell) Songtext
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Furry Sings The Blues (with Joni Mitchell) Songtext
Do this one as Neil?
Yeah
Old Beale Street is coming down
Sweetie′s snack bar boarded up now
And there goes the tailor and the shine boy's gone
Faded out with ragtime blues
Candy′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
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 great decay they chew the last few dollars off Old Beale Street's carcass
Carrion and mercy
Blue and silver sparkling grounds
Cheap guitars, eye shades and guns
Aimed at the hot-blooded being no one
Down and out in Memphis, Tennessee
Old Furry sings the blues
He′ll bring him smoke and drink and he'll play for you
It′s mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel
But there was one song he played that I could really feel
I got a woman on Monday, she shines my shoes
I got a woman on Tuesday, give me nothing but the blues
Old Furry's got nobody
There's a double bill murder at the New Daisy
The old girl′s silent across the street
She′s silent, waiting for the record'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, like it's the old guy′s standard joke
But it's true, we′re only welcome for a drink and smoke
W.C. Handy, I'm rich and I'm fae
And I′m not familiar with what you played
But I get such strong impressions of your heyday
Looking up and down Old Beale Street
Ghosts of the dark town 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 blues?
When he′s fallen to hard luck
And time and other thieves
While our limo is shining on his shanty street
Furry sings the blues
Alright?
Alright?
Yeah
Old Beale Street is coming down
Sweetie′s snack bar boarded up now
And there goes the tailor and the shine boy's gone
Faded out with ragtime blues
Candy′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
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 great decay they chew the last few dollars off Old Beale Street's carcass
Carrion and mercy
Blue and silver sparkling grounds
Cheap guitars, eye shades and guns
Aimed at the hot-blooded being no one
Down and out in Memphis, Tennessee
Old Furry sings the blues
He′ll bring him smoke and drink and he'll play for you
It′s mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel
But there was one song he played that I could really feel
I got a woman on Monday, she shines my shoes
I got a woman on Tuesday, give me nothing but the blues
Old Furry's got nobody
There's a double bill murder at the New Daisy
The old girl′s silent across the street
She′s silent, waiting for the record'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, like it's the old guy′s standard joke
But it's true, we′re only welcome for a drink and smoke
W.C. Handy, I'm rich and I'm fae
And I′m not familiar with what you played
But I get such strong impressions of your heyday
Looking up and down Old Beale Street
Ghosts of the dark town 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 blues?
When he′s fallen to hard luck
And time and other thieves
While our limo is shining on his shanty street
Furry sings the blues
Alright?
Alright?
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