St. Louis - The Easybeats
Countrymen, friends, lend me your ears, I ll tell you a story of fifteen years.
I m an old man that s so forlorn, I wanna see the city where I was born.
I got a feeling that I can t stand, I wanna go home to my old land.
Ain t got no money, I ain t got a cent. I can t get on that train, so help me.
Show me the way to St Lou-is, show me the way.
Show me the way to St Lou-is, show me the way.
Come on people, gotta get moving
Come on people, gotta get grooving
Show me the way to St Lou-is, show me the way.
Step up to me you city gents and I ll clean your shoes for fifteen cents.
I ll fix your tie, you ll look a smash. If you don t mind I ll take the cash.
Soon I ll get the money and I ll feel fine, to pack my bags and drink my wine.
I only know I got to go home, the good Lord told me so, so help me.
Show me the way to St Lou-is, show me the way.
Show me the way to St Lou-is, show me the way.
Come on people, gotta get moving
Come on people, gotta get grooving
Show me the way to St Lou-is, show me the way.
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Which train goes to St. Louis, you know I ve got the fare.
I know my times coming fast, I got to try and raise the fare.
Come on people, gotta get moving
Come on people, gotta get grooving
Show me the way to St Lou-is, show me the way.
Show me the way to St Lou-is, show me the way.
Louis, Louis, Lou-is, Louis, Louis.
Louis, Louis, Lou-is, Louis, Louis.
Show me the way to St Lou-is, show me the way.
Show me the way to St Lou-is, show me the way.
Show me the way to St Lou-is, show me the way.
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