Текст песни: Beale Street Blues + перевод

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

In Paris, France

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

In Memphis, Tenneesse

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 'til somebody gets killed

I’d rather be here than any place I know

Oh, I’d rather be here than any place I know

It’s gonna take the police

For to make me go

Going to the river, baby, by and by

Going to the river, and there’s a reason why

Because the river’s wet

And Beale Street’s dry

Going to Havana or to Montreal

Yes, I’m going to Havana or to Montreal

Because I’m Europe bred

But this gal want alcohol

Oh, the graveyard is a nasty old place

I say, the graveyard is a nasty old place

They put you on your back

And throw dirt on your face

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