[ Featuring Bob Wills, His Texas Playboys ]
Aw yeah
Oh, them old St. Louis Blues
Listen here, all you 'round her (uh-huh)
You better leave my good gal alone
(What in the world are you talkin' about, boy?)
Listen here, all you 'round her (yes?)
You better leave my good gal alone
(You said that once, why?)
'Cause you can't give her nothin'
She can't get at home
(I sense a little ego in that, my boy, yeah)
(Aw, Billy, well, alright my boy)
(I know, you didn't come to stand, you've come to play, well, let's play)
Woke up this morning
'Tween midnight and day
(I bet you hadn't even gone to bed yet)
Woke up this morning
'Tween midnight and day
(What in the world was wrong, boy?)
You oughta see my grab that pillow
Where my sweet baby used to lay
(Aw, sing it out, boy, sing it out, yeah)
Doggone it
(Doggone what?)
Doggone it a gal, too
(What in the world has she done to you?)
She done pulled out, left me F-L-A-T, flat
That's spells flat, alright
Man, I don't care though
You don't care? (No sir)
How come?
I don't like this tall about blonde hair know-how
Well, what kind of hair do you like?
I'm a man that's crazy about black hair
Tell me more, boy, tell me more
So St. Louis Blues, be on your way (yeah)
'Cause a black headed women make a freight train a-jump the track
All aboard
I said a black headed women a-make a freight train a-jump the track
Bye, Mabel
Quit your daydreamin', boy, cut that out
But a long, tall gal
A-make a bullfrog 'pologize
St. Louie Blues
