Lyrics Limehouse Blues - Nancy Sinatra

(I′m weary)
('Coz no one seems to understand)
(And those weird China blues)
(Never go away)
(Sad, mad blues)
(For all the while they seem to say)
Oh, Limehouse kid
Oh, oh, oh Limehouse kid
Goin′ the way
That the rest of them did
Poor broken blossom
And nobody's child
Haunting and taunting
You're just kind of wild
Oh, oh, oh, Limehouse blues
Got the real Limehouse blues
Can′t seem to shake off
Those sad China blues
Rings for your fingers
And tears for your crown
That is the story
Of old Chinatown
Oh Limehouse kid
Oh, oh, oh Limehouse kid
Going the way that the rest of them did
Poor broken blossom and nobody′s child
Haunting and taunting
You're just kind of wild
Yeah, yeah, yeah Limehouse blues
Got those real Limehouse blues
Can′t seem to shake off
Those sad China blues
Rings for your fingers
And tears for your crown
That is the story
Of old Chinatown
(Confucius say)
(People who live in Limehouses)
(Should maybe paint them a different colour?)