Текст песни: Billie Holiday. Farewell to Storyville.

[Incomprehensible]

All, you old time Queens, from New Orleans, who lived in Storyville
You sang the blues, try to amuse, here's how they pay the bill
The law stepped in and call it sin to have a little fun
The police car has made a stop and Storyville is done

Pick out your steamboat, pick yourself a train, a slow train
Pick out your steamboat, pick yourself a train, a slow train
They made you close up, they'll never let you back, won't let you back
Go buy your ticket or else you'll walk the track

No use complaining, blue sky's follow rain, the cold, old rain
No use complaining, blue sky's follow rain, the cold, old rain
Just say farewell now and get your one last thrill, your one last thrill
Just say farewell now, farewell to Storyville

No use complaining, blue sky's follow rain, the cold, old rain
No use complaining, blue sky's follow rain, the cold, old rain
Just say farewell now and get your one last thrill, your one last thrill
Just say farewell now, farewell to Storyville

Pick out your steamboat, pick yourself a train, a slow train
Pick out your steamboat, pick yourself a train, a slow train
They made you close up, they'll never let you back, won't let you back
Go buy your ticket or else you walk the track

No use complaining, blue sky's follow rain, the cold, old rain
Just say farewell now, farewell to Storyville