Beale Street Blues

You'll see pretty Browns in beautiful gowns

You'll see tailor mades and hand me downs

You'll meet honest men and pickpockets skilled

You'll find that business never closes 'til somebody gets killed

If Beale Street could talk, if Beale Street could talk

Married men would have to take their beds and walk

Except one or two, who never drank booze

And the blind man on the corner who sings the Beale Street Blues

He said, I'd rather be here, than any place I know

Yes, I'd rather be here, than any place I know

It's gonna take the Sergeant four to make me go

I'm goin' to the river, maybe, bye and bye

Yes, I'm goin' to the river, and there's a reason why

Because the rivers wet and Beale Street's done gone dry