There's a creepy melody Like a fiend it keeps haunting me All night long it rambles on through my brain And I'm near insane. It's the most peculiar tune Like some old colored mammie's croon I can't seem to leave behind that haunting refrain. It's the ghost of the St Louis blues Oh it follows me around like a thief in the dark Hark, hear it now. It's the ghost of the St. Louis blues Lord, that haunting strain is just like a piece of bad news. When midnight shadows creep I hear the ghostly music moan It means the end of sleep To hear a thousand saxaphones sob and groan. I hate to see that evening sun go down I hate to see that evening sun go down Only gal I love she done left this town. That's the tune that I never can lose For it's every where, the ghost of the St. Louis blues Oh Lord.