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