Ramblin’ Blues (Charlie Poole) 
I’ve seen the life of old gay Broadway Old Market Street down by the ’Frisco Bay Saw the Prado, I’ve gambled all these parts, in Paris, France Now the seven wonders of this world I’ve seen There’s many other different places I have been Take my advice, folks, we’ve seen where Beale Street was. It’s in Memphis, Tennessee 
Oh, your Nehi mama browns, beautiful gowns Make tailor-mades and your hand-me-downs You’ll meet honest men and pickpockets, too But your business never closes ’till somebody gets killed 
Oh, your Nehi mama browns, chittlin’ cafes Talk about your whiskey and your bygone days Be not offend. I’ve got it to spend You’ll find gold enough along to pave the new Jerusalem 
If Beale Street could talk, if Beale Street could talk Married men would have to pick their bed up and walk All except one or two who never drink booze And the blind man on the corner who sings the Memphis Blues 
I’d rather be here than any place I know I’d rather be here than any place I know For it’s gonna take a sergeant for to make me go 
Now we see the river, baby, by and by See the river Mississippi, I’ll tell the reason why For the river’s wet and Beale Street’s done gone dry, bone dry 
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