in the sea Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me I got those St. Louis blues I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues My man's got a
Übersetzung: Louis Armstrong. St. Louis Blues.
Übersetzung: Unbekannt. St. Louis Blues.
: They're really rocking in Boston, in Philadelphia PA, deep in the heart of Texas, on down the Frisco Bay. All over Saint Louis and down in New
ces mille et mille voix Qui pour toujours se sont tues Mais qui chantent encore. Entends-tu L'ame du Sud Dans la chorale de Saint- Louis La servitude,
Et respirer ce soir Les fumees de Saint Louis Que devient le blues black brother Les accents de Fever Les sermons du sauveur Le "vieux carre" du spleen Que devient le blues
Quelques bons joueurs d'harmonica Une trompette a Saint Louis Une rythmique a Detroit Pour chanter avec moi On t'a deguise un peu ton Rythm'n Blues Disco tu fais grincer Blues
on my cd Enjoyin' apple jacks and honeycomb, with me sittin' on the throne No, I'm takin the regular picture by the hotel saint bonaventure Besides I do wear a cold blue
Girl just follow me because I got room keys Sex, red bull and belve, we be like I pull up on the light and I fell up in the spot Saint Louis can't talk
They're really rocking in Boston Deep in the heart of Texas On down the Frisco Bay All over Saint Louis In Philadelphia PA And down in New Orleans All
They're really rocking in Boston, in Philadelphia PA, deep in the heart of Texas, on down the Frisco Bay. All over Saint Louis and down in New Orleans
If you're walking down the street and then you stop to tie your shoes And you tie them to each other as you hum Saint Louis blues Or if you're forty-
If you're walking down the street and then you stop to tie your shoes, And you tie them to each other as you hum Saint Louis Blues, Or if you're forty
, Chicago and Texas, you know they ROLL WIT US [D] Detriot and Carolina said they ROLL WIT US [K] When Little Rock, Saint Louis gang-bang-dang-dang [D
apple jacks and honeycomb, with me sittin' on the throne No, I'm takin the regular picture by the hotel saint bonaventure Besides I do wear a cold blue
this country lane I leave behind a little pain And as I cross the county line And every state's in my mind I've got nothin? to lose Like St. Louis I've got the blues
respirer ce soir Les fumees de Saint Louis Que devient le blues black brother Les accents de Fever Les sermons du sauveur Le "vieux carre" du spleen Que devient le blues
