Beale Street Blues
Take a walk down Beale Street and hear the people sing,
Listen in the quiet of the day.
Feel the music coming at you everywhere you go,
It’s part of all you see along the way.
Beale Street, Beale Street, Beale Street blues,
Listen to the Beale Street Blues.
Join the music with the ones who’ve passed this way before,
Sing with them the songs you love to sing.
Listen to the slide guitar with its lonesome sound,
Crying through the night and sorrowing.
Beale Street, Beale Street, Beale Street blues,
Listen to the Beale Street Blues.
Everywhere you go you hear the sounds of Sixty-One
Still handing you a line that you can use.
The sounds are something you can almost touch, taste and feel,
The story of the Beale Street Blues.
Listen you can hear the ghosts of all the great ones there,
Singing about their Monday morning shoes.
Robert Johnson, Old John Hurt and Papa Handy too,
Singing about the Beale Street Blues.
Beale Street, Beale Street, Beale Street blues,
Listen to the Beale Street Blues.
Everywhere you go you hear the sounds of Sixty-One
Still handing you a line that you can use.
The sounds are something you can almost touch, taste and feel,
The story of the Beale Street Blues.
Take a walk down Beale Street and hear the people sing,
Listen as the evening shadows fall.
Feel the music coming at you everywhere you go,
Out of every café, bar and hall.
Beale Street, Beale Street, Beale Street blues,
Listen to the Beale Street Blues.
Beale Street Blues © Bill Adair/Sad Jeb Music 2019
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