Storyville Blues

All, you old-time queens, from New Orleans, who lived in Storyville
You sang the blues, try to amuse, here’s how they pay the bill
The law step-in and call it sin to have a little fun
The police car has made a stop and Storyville is done
Pick out your steamboat, pick yourself a train
— a slo-ow train
Pick out your steamboat, pick yourself a train
— a slo-ow train
They made you close-up they’ll never let you back
— won't let you back
Go buy your ticket or else you walk the track
No use complaining, blue sky’s folow rain
— the cold-old rain
No use complaining, blue sky’s folow rain
— the cold-old rain
Just say farewell now and get your one last thrill
— your one last thrill
Just say farewell now, farewell to Storyville
No use complaining, blue sky’s folow rain
— the cold-old rain
Just say farewell now, farewell to Storyville
Just say farewell now and get your one last thrill
— your one last thrill
Just say farewell now, farewell to Storyville