I love my St. Louis women, but their ways I really can't stand.

I love my St. Louis women, but their ways I really can't stand.

They always bettin' some woman, how she can take her man.



My woman dips snuff, and she drinks a good old homemade corn.

My woman dips her snuff, and she drinks a good old homemade corn.

She get as drunk as she can be, then she fight for the whole night long.



And I got another gal, live down on Deep Morgan Street.

And I got another gal, she lives down on Deep Morgan Street.

If she don't kill a man every day, all I can do is ‘a keep 'r off of me.



She drinks her homemade corn whiskey, blackjack and a razor ‘s her friend.

She drinks her homemade corn whiskey, a blackjack and a razor ‘s her friend.

And she loves to kill a man, just like the devil loves sin.



Boys, I got another gal, she lives down on Walnut Street.

Boys, I got another gal, she lives down on Walnut Street.

My other gal is so bad, the cops is scared to walk the beat.



She can make a blackjack talk and a razor fairly moan.

 

She can make a blackjack talk and a razor fairly moan.

From the way that gal kill up men, the graveyard ain't got much more room.