Miss Ol' St. Louie

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

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

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