Miss ol' St. Louie, wish I was back Picking my guitar by the railroad track

All them pretty womens, hangin' 'round me Miss ol' St. Louie, how it used to be

Mississippi River, water so deep Running down to Memphis on to New Orleans

Trying to hustle quarters, nickels, and dimes Ol' St. Louie's where I spent my time

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Standing on the corner with my old wooden box Watching them steam boats gather at the dock

Cotton and tobacco and people for sale Trying to stay clear of the St. Louie jail

Strumming to the rythm of an old freight train Ol' St. Louie's where I played my game

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Ain't no doubt about it, wish I was back Picking my guitar by the railroad track

All them pretty womens, hangin' 'round me Miss ol' St. Louie, how it used to be