Lyrics St. Louis Blues: Beale Street Blues - Eartha Kitt

St. Louis Blues: Beale Street Blues

I’ve seen the lights of gay Broadway
Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay
I’ve strolled the Prado, I’ve gambled on the Bourse;
The seven wonders of the world I’ve seen
And many are the places I have been
Take my advice, folks, and see Beale Street first!
You’ll see pretty browns in beautiful gowns
You’ll see tailor-mades and hand-me-downs
You’ll meet honest men, and pick-pockets skilled
You’ll find that business never ceases 'til somebody gets killed!
If Beale Street could talk, if Beale Street could talk
Married men would have to take their beds and walk
Except one or two who never drink booze
And the blind man on the corner singing «Beale Street Blues!»
I’d rather be there than any place I know
I’d rather be there than any place I know
It’s gonna take a sergeant for to make me go!
I’m goin' to the river, maybe by and by
Yes, I’m goin' to the river, maybe by and by
Because the river’s wet, and Beale Street’s done gone dry!