| I’ve seen the lights of gay Broadway
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| Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay
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| I’ve strolled the Prado, I’ve gambled on the Bourse;
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| The seven wonders of the world I’ve seen
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| And many are the places I have been
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| Take my advice, folks, and see Beale Street first!
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| You’ll see pretty browns in beautiful gowns
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| You’ll see tailor-mades and hand-me-downs
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| You’ll meet honest men, and pick-pockets skilled
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| You’ll find that business never ceases 'til somebody gets killed!
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| If Beale Street could talk, if Beale Street could talk
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| Married men would have to take their beds and walk
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| Except one or two who never drink booze
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| And the blind man on the corner singing «Beale Street Blues!»
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| I’d rather be there than any place I know
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| I’d rather be there than any place I know
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| It’s gonna take a sergeant for to make me go!
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| I’m goin' to the river, maybe by and by
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| Yes, I’m goin' to the river, maybe by and by
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| Because the river’s wet, and Beale Street’s done gone dry! |