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Joni Mitchell - Текст песни Hejira
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
 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
 Joni Mitchell - Hejira - http://ru.motolyrics.com/joni-mitchell/hejira-lyrics.html
 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














