Joni Mitchell - Furry Sings The Blues текст песни

Old beale street is coming down

Sweeties snack bar, boarded up now

And egles the tailor and the shine boys gone

Faded out with ragtime blues

Handys cast in bronze

And hes standing in a little park

With a trumpet in his hand

Like hes 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 ginnys there

For her kindness and furrys beer

Shes the old mans angel overseer

Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps

In the grey decay

They chew the last few dollars off

Old beale streets 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 hell play for you

Lts mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel

But there was one song he played

I could really feel

Theres a double bill murder at the new daisy

The old girls silent across the street

Shes silent - waiting for the wreckers 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 dont like you"

Everybody laughs as if its the old mans standard joke

But its true

Were only welcome for our drink and smoke

W.c. handy Im rich and Im fay

And Im 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 its a saturday night

Theyre 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