מילים לשיר Furry Sings The Blues – Joni Mitchell

Old Beale Street is coming down
Sweeties' Snack Bar, boarded up now
And Egles The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone
Faded out with ragtime blues
Handy's cast in bronze
With a trumpet in his hand
And he's standing in a little park
And the click of high heeled shoes
Like he's listening back to the good old bands
Old Furry sings the blues
Propped up in his bed
And Ginny's there
With his dentures and his leg removed
For her kindness and Furry's beer
In the grey decay
She's the old man's angel overseer Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps
They chew the last few dollars off
Old Beale Street's carcass
Blue and silver sparkling drums
Carrion and mercy
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
lt's mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel
You bring him smoke and drink and he'll play for you
But there was one song he played
I could really feel There's a double bill murder at the New Daisy
The old girl's silent across the street
She's silent Silent Diamond boys and satin dolls
Bourbon laughterTo 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
"I don't like you"
Everybody laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke
But it's true
W.C. Handy I'm rich and I'm fay
We're only welcome for our drink and smoke And 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
Dancing it up and making deals
They're in their finery
Why should I expect that old guy to give it to me true
Furry sings the blues
Fallen to hard luck
While our limo is shining on his shanty street
And time and other thieves
Old Furry sings the blues.