Lyrics:
so pull a cracker or two
It's another horror holiday
Doom Slayer isn't slaying
He's just riding a sleigh
For another horror holiday
Frank West is by
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
St. Louis woman with all the diamond rings
Drives that man around by her apron strings
If it wasn't for powder and for store bought hair
The man she
St. Louis woman with all the diamond rings
Drives that man around by her apron strings
If it wasn't for powder and for store bought hair
The man
yourself
Everything I do, I always do by myself
Look, I won't lie I'm from trenches nigga
Where we eat bread for dinner
Where rice, gravy and chicken is
One, two, three, four
I got two armfuls of magazines for you, I'll bring 'em over
So hang your holiday rainbow lights in the garden
Hang your
(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Holiday Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon' do?) Feel
St. Louis woman with all the diamond rings
Drives that man around by her apron strings
If it wasn't for powder and for store bought hair
The man
apron strings.
'Twant for powder an' for store-bought hair,
De man ah love would not gone nowhere, nowhere.
Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
apron strings.
'Twant for powder an' for store-bought hair,
De man ah love would not gone nowhere, nowhere.
Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
Louis Saddles on my horse when I ride (When I'm riding)
Better watch out for them torchlights (Watch out!)
Cause, I ride fast in the nighttime (So fast)
pulls her man around by the apron strings
If it wasn't for powder or that store-brought hair
That man of mine he wouldn't go nowhere nowhere
I got
to win (go hard)
I'm still lookin' around for my competition (go hard)
I am gettin' it in until the end
I gotta go (go), go (go), go (oh) (Holiday
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
apron strings.
'Twant for powder an' for store-bought hair,
De man ah love would not gone nowhere, nowhere.
Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah
apron strings.
'Twant for powder an' for store-bought hair,
De man ah love would not gone nowhere, nowhere.
Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah
apron strings.
'Twant for powder an' for store-bought hair,
De man ah love would not gone nowhere, nowhere.
Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
apron strings.
'Twant for powder an' for store-bought hair,
De man ah love would not gone nowhere, nowhere.
Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
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