Furry Sings The Blues Lyrics - Hejira - 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 

And he's standing in a little park 

With a trumpet in his hand 

Like he's listening back to the good old bands 

And the click of high heeled shoes 

Old 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 

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Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps 

In the grey decay 

They chew the last few dollars off 

Old Beale Street's carcass 

Carrion and mercy 

Blue and silver sparkling drums 

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 

You bring him smoke and drink and he'll play for you 

lt's mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel 

But there was one song he played 

I could really feel 

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There's a double bill murder at the New Daisy 

The old girl's silent across the street 

She's silent - waiting for the wrecker's beat 

Silent - staring ar 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 

"I don't like you" 

Everybody laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke 

But it's true 

We're only welcome for our drink and smoke 

W.C. Handy I'm rich and I'm fay 

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 

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 

Fallen to hard luck 

And time and other thieves 

While our limo is shining on his shanty street 

Old Furry sings the blues