St. Louis Blues - Louis Prima/The Witnesses/Sam Butera
Written by:William C. Handy
St Louis woman
With all the diamond rings
Drives that man around
By her apron strings
If it wasn't for powder
And for store bought hair
The man she loves he wouldn't go nowhere
Got the blues got the blues got the blues got
The St Louis blues
Got the blues got the blues got the blues got
The St Louis blues
I got the blues got the blues got the blues
Got the St Louis blues
I hate to see
The evenin' sun go down
I hate to see
The evenin' sun go down
The woman I love
She done left this town
Bring her back
Bring her back bring that woman
Back to me
Bring her back bring her back
Bring that St Louis woman back to me
Ooooh
I'm as sad as I can be
St Louis woman
Come on back
The St Louis woman
Come on back
The St Louis woman
Come on back
Won't you please come home to me
The St Louis woman
Won't you please
Come home
Blues blues blues
I got the blues I have the blues about the blues
I got the blues I got the blues I got the blues
I got the blues I got the blues oh St Louis blues
I got the blues I got the blues I got the blues
The St Louis blues I got the blue
Oooooh
Saint
I've got my blue woman in me
Won't you
Come on back
To me
Come on back
Go down
Go down
Oh
Go down go down
Ooh babe
Come on baby
Come on back to me
St Louis woman
Ah why won't you please come home
Ohh yeah
Haah
Haah
Di bap to
Dip zap
Ba bap di bap to
Bip dap
Di bap di bap to
Di bap
Bababa di bap to
How about dii bap
Yeah yeah yeah
Come on now baby
Hurry up home
St Louis woman
Oh please
Please come on home
Ohha hahaha
Yeah hahaha