East St. Louis Blues - Live

I walked all the way from East Saint Louis
I never had but that one, one thin dime
I laid my head in a New York woman's lap
She laid her little cute head in mine
She tried to make me bleed by the rattlings of her tongue
That the sun would never, never shine

I tried to see you in the spring
When the bluebird's almost ready to sing
Far thee, honey, fare thee well

You if can shake like a cannon ball
[?] do the Georgia crawl
Far thee, honey, fare thee well

And I laid my head in a barroom door
And now I can't get drunk no more

Now I tried to see you in the fall
You didn't have no man at all
Far thee, honey, fare thee well

And I walked all the way back to East Saint Louis
I never had but that one thin dime
Never had but that one thin dime