Ghost Of St Louis Blues

As a creepy melody, like a fiend keeps on in me, all night long, it rumbles along through my brain, c'mon there is a, it's a more peculiar tune, like some old pearl of damage. I'm thinking to leave behind that call me Free, free, is the gold On a sleeker with blue

Oh, it follows me Around my gut deep in the dark Heart, here it now, it's the gold, Father's name, the wind blue, The Lord that on his brain is just like a piece of air new.

When midnight shadows creep, I hear the ghostly music moan. It means the end of sleep, to give a thousand sacks of hope, to stop and roam. Ah, he used to see that he used to sun to dark.

Oh, no. Ah, he used to see that he used to sun to dark. Oh, no. Oh, the galando, time went in there to town. that I never can lose, for it everywhere, the ghost of the state that we've produced.