St. Louis - Warhorse

Countryman, friend, lend me your ears

I’ll tell you a tale of fifteen years

I’m an old man but not forlorn

I wanna see the city where I was born

I got a feeling I can’t understand

I wanna get back to my homeland

I got no money, I ain’t got a cent

I gotta get on that train, so help me

Show me the way to St. Louis, show me the way

Show me the way to St. Louis, show me the way

Come on, baby, gotta get moving

Come on, baby, gotta get grooving

Show me the way to St. Louis, show me the way

Step up to me, you city gents

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 your cash

Soon I’ll get the money, I’ll get to feel fine

I’ll pack my bags and you can drink my wine

Only gotta know I got to go home

The good Lord tells me so, so help me

Show me the way to St. Louis, show me the way

Show me the way to St. Louis, show me the way

Come on, baby, gotta get moving

Come on, baby, gotta get grooving

Show me the way to St. Louis, show me the way

Which train goes to Louis

You know I got the fare

'Cause I know my time’s coming fast

I gotta try to make it there

Come on, baby, gotta get moving

Come on, baby, gotta get grooving

Show me the way to St. Louis, show me the way

Show me the way to St. Louis, show me the way

Show me the way to St. Louis, show me the way

Come on, baby, gotta get moving

Come on, baby, gotta get grooving

Show me the way to St. Louis, show me the way