Beale Street Blues

Beale Street Blues - Lena Horne

I've seen the lights

Of gay Broadway

Old Market Street down

By the Frisco Bay

I've strolled the Prado

I've gambled on the Bourse;

The seven wonders

Of the world I've seen

And many are the places

I have been

Take my advice folks

And see Beale Street first

You'll see pretty browns

In beautiful gowns

You'll see tailor-mades

And hand-me-downs

You'll meet honest men

And pick-pockets skilled

You'll find that business never

Ceases '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 drink booze

And the blind man on the corner

Singing "Beale Street Blues "

I'd rather be there

Than any place I know

I'd rather be there

Than any place I know

It's gonna take a sergeant

For to make me go

I'm going to the river

I know the reason why

Yes I'm going to the river

I know the reason why

Because the river's wet

And Beale Street's done gone dry