Beale Street Blues

Beale Street Blues - Louis Armstrong (路易斯·阿姆斯特朗)

Written by：William Christopher Handy

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 closes

Till 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

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

For to make me go

I'm goin' to the river

Maybe by and by

Yes I'm goin' to the river

And there's a reason why

Because the river's wet

And Beale Street's done gone dry