Louis Prima — St. Louis Blues

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 [Scat] 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 [Scat] St., St. Louis woman, won't you come on back to me Come on back, go down, go down, uh, go down, go down Oh babe, come on baby, come on back to me St. Louis woman why won't you please come home [Scat] Yeah, yeah, yeah come on now, baby, hurry on home St. Louis woman, oh please, please come on home