Karaoké St. Louis Blues Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys

Aah yeah

Oh, them all

Saint Louis Blues

Listen y'all you rounders

You'd better leave

Huh huh my good gal alone

Wonder what you talking about, boy

Listen y'all you rounders

You'd better leave

Yes my good gal alone

You said that once, why

'Cos of you can't give her nothing

She can't get out home

I sense an illegal in that my boy, yeah

Ah, Billy well alright, my boy

I know you got this tune you gonna play, well let's play

Woke up this morning 'tween midnight and day

Eh-he, I bet you hadn't even gone to the bed yet

Woke up this morning 'tween midnight and day

What in the world was wrong, boy

You oughta seen me grab that pillow where my sweet baby used to lay

Oh, sing it out, boy sing it out, yeah

Don't go'n it

Don't go'n what

Don't go'n it the gal too

What in the world has she done to you

She done pulled out, left me

F-L-A-T, flat

That spells flat alright

So listen

Eh-he he

Man, I don't care at all

No, sir

You don't care

How come

I don't like this stobolt blonde hair know how

Well, what kind of hair do you like

I'm a man that's crazy about black hair, oh yes

Tell me more, boy

Tell me more

So, Saint Louis Blues be on your way

'Cos a black headed woman make a free train a jump a track

All abord

I said a black headed woman a make a free train a jump a track

Bye Mabel

But a long tall gown

Quit your day dreamin' Roy cut that out a make a bullfrog all that shy

Saint Louis Blues