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Well now, listen here people
I´m 'bout to sing a song
I´m goin´ to Saint Louis
And I won´t be long
Cause I´m wild about my lovin´
I like to have
got that short cut way about you
And no one's gonna stare you down
You cook much better on a lower flame
You burn much better when the sun goes down
how you turned out
If mama knew now
How you turned out, you too wild
You too wild, you too wild
You too wild, I need you now
Got to love you
Found
High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you're blowing
Getting to where you should be going

Don't let
done told her, "Don't you wear no black
Go to Saint Louis: you can win him back"

If she get to Cairo, make Saint Louis by herself
Get to Cairo, find
done told her, "Don't you wear no black
Go to Saint Louis: you can win him back"

If she get to Cairo, make Saint Louis by herself
Get to Cairo, find
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?

Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
is he?
Where and what his dwelling?

Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes's
know you

The truth is under the water
Finally silent I could hear you speak
About the leaves and killing me
Shaken by the saint's river
There's
Good King Wenceslaus looked out on the feast of Stephen.
When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the moon that
Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about,
Deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shown the moon that
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
you would imagine
And many times her eyes fought back the tears, yeah, yeah
And when her youthful world was about to fall in

Each time her slender
pretty head about this
Me and Saint Jack K never had too much to say
It's easy driving with your feet
With some good ol' girl in the passenger seat
done told her, "Don't you wear no black
Go to Saint Louis: you can win him back"

If she get to Cairo, make Saint Louis by herself
Get to Cairo, find
High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you're blowing
Getting to where you should be going

Don't let
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She’s a free and gentle flower growin’ wild

And if by chance I should hold her, hold her
Let me, let me hold her
Well now, listen here people
I´m 'bout to sing a song
I´m goin´ to Saint Louis
And I won´t be long
'Cause I´m wild about my lovin´
I like to have my
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you're blowing
Getting to where you should be going

Don't let
if you had all the facts, all the fictions 
if you knew everything about science and all about religion 
would you stand by your convictions
All these lies
Pass you by
And lies of dissension
In doctrine of tension

Nowhere time
Obvious town
Some religion's sex
All around

Well,