where nothing is new Ah, Mother American Night, I'm lost from the light Ohh, I'm drowning in you I left St. Louis, City of Blues In the midst of a storm
you dun like me I ain't gonna do the right thing, I ain't Spike Lee Lopside 9 in your ice tea, choke 'em While I sex 'em like Ike T. St. Louis ain't
like me I ain't goin' do tha right thing, I ain't Spike Lee Spike sianid in ya ice tea I'll choke her while I sex her like Ike T St. Louis ain't ridin
' my song Watch the band play on I get a hundred-fifty though to make the crowd go, ho I might fly by you in that Diablo, hey I'm leaving St. Louis,
kong's are writin' songs Cats be gettin' gonged thinkin' they got it goin' on Folks brought you up wrong it all started in your home Check my background St. Louis
for sunlight Dunkin' without sprite, yeah you heard me dirty I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven I'll show you eight Karats in one bling, heavily starched jeans Representin' St. Louis
'ma show ya, the remains of a soldier Down home blues killin niggaz in the game, 'til it's over [Outro: Bluesman Ceddy St. Louis ad libbing]
cleavage bounce The Founding Fathers would've been hot and bothered Watching boomdizzle, you know what I'm talking about From Philadelphia to Illinois, St. Louis
heard her drawl, Southern drawl Then I heard my dream was back downstream Cavortin' in Davenport And I followed you, Big River, when you called Then you took me to St. Louis
outta control scummy off the liquor Them Chi Town boys will get ya Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pure scripture Them St. Louis boys will
It's I who come by drive through Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue Look at Mami eyes blue, five two I approached her hi boo, how you? Tony skin Louis
Bay All over St. Louis Way Down in New Orleans All the Cats wanna dance with Sweet Little Sixteen Sweet Little Sixteen She's got the grown up blues
There was a place in East St. Louis, it was in Nineteen fifty nine, when they played they filled The streets with music, that lonely blue note music That
I spend my days just mooning, so sad and blue, so sad and blue I spend my nights just mooning, all over you (all over who?) Oh I'm so full of love
You know he likes that money, he don't mind the smell My cousin Roscoe, Slayton's oldest boy From his second marriage up in Illinois He's raised in East St. Louis
his drawl as Southern Drawl Then I heard my dream, went back downstream cavortin' in Davenport And I followed you, Big River, when you called Then you took me to St. Louis
My feet don't have much use for a new pair of shoes First I wasn't crazy bout the St Louis blues And I recall there was a time I used to hate to dance