The Ghost Of The St. Louis Blues

Bob Skyles & His Skyrockets

Compositor: Bob Skyles

It's the ghost of the St Louis blues
Oh it follows me around just like a thief in the dark
Hark, hear it now
It's the ghost of the St. Louis blues
Lord, that haunting strain is just like a piece of bad news

When midnight shadows fall
I hear the ghostly music moan
It means the end of sleep
To hear a thousand saxaphones sob and moan

In that tune that I never can lose
For every where the ghost of the St. Louis blues

It's the ghost of the St Louis blues
Oh it follows me around just like a thief in the dark
Hark, hear it now
It's the ghost of the St. Louis blues
Lord, that haunting strain is just like a piece of bad news

When midnight shadows fall
I hear the ghostly music moan
It means the end of sleep
To hear a thousand saxaphones sob and moan

In that tune that I never can lose
For every where the ghost of the St. Louis blues