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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! |
