If I'm feelin' tomorrow, baby, like I feel today,
If I'm feelin' tomorrow, baby, like I feel today,
Get my big leg woman, and make my get-away.

If you don't like my peaches, baby, don't you shake my tree.
If you don't like my peaches, baby, don't you shake my tree.
You just stay outa my bus'ness, let my peaches be.

St. Louie woman, she loves a diamond ring,
Oh, she leads that man around, by her apron string.
How they love it, how they crave it.
Wasn't for the powder, and the store-bought hair,
Me an' that gal I love, couldn't go nowhere! Yeah, the reason why –

‘Cause, I've got ninety-nine women, only need one more.
Got ninety-nine women, only need one more.
Find that bow-legged woman, I'll let that ninety-nine go.

Yes, what makes my grandma, love my granddad so?
What makes my grandma, love my granddad so?
He's got that same ol' jive had at ninety-eight years ago.

Yes, I've got the St. Louis blues.
Got the St. Louis blues. [Lonnie Johnson] St. Louis blues. [Elmer Snowden]
Got the St. Louis blues. [Lonnie Johnson] St. Louis blues. [Elmer Snowden]
Got the St. Louis blues. [Lonnie Johnson] St. Louis blues. [Elmer Snowden]
Got the St. Louis blues, as blue as I can be.