St. Louis Blues Louis Prima

St. Louis woman with all the diamond rings
Drags that man around by her apron string
If it wasn't for powder and the 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
Oh, I'm as sad as I can be

St. Louis woman come on back, St. Louis woman come on back
St. Louis woman come on back, won't you please come home to me
Oh, St Louis woman won't you please come home

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Blues, blues, blues
I got the blues, I got the blues, I got 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
I got the blues, the St. Louis blues, I got the, oh
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