“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 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 Fallen to hard luck And time and other thieves While our limo is shining on his shanty street Old Furry sings the blues.”
“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 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 Fallen to hard luck And time and other thieves While our limo is shining on his shanty street Old Furry sings the blues.”
