Lyrics St. Louis Blues - Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys

Oh, them old St. Louis Blues

Listen here all you round here
You better leave my good gal alone
(What in the world are you talkin' about, boy?)
Listen here all you round here (yes?)
You better leave my good gal alone
(You said that once, why?)

'Cause you can't give her nothing
She can't get at home
(I sense a little ego in that, my boy)
(Aw yeah, alright my boy)

I know you want to come to play, well let's play

Woke up this morning
We missed night and day
(I bet you hadn't even gone to bed)
Woke up this morning
We missed night and day
(What in the world was wrong, boy?)

You oughta see my grab the pillow
Where my sweet baby used to lay
(Sing it out boy, sing it out)

Don't gun it
(Don't gun what?)
Don't gun at the gal, too
What in the world has she done to you?
She done pulled out and left me F-L-A-T, flat
That's fell flat, alright

Man, I don't care though
You don't care? (No sir)
How come?
I don't like this talk about blonde hair know-how
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, I'm on your way
All the black headed women make the freight train jump the track
All aboard
I said a black headed women make the freight train jump the track
I'm able
Quit your daydreamin' boy, cut that out
But a long, tall gal
Will make a bull throw all his jack

St. Louis Blues