Song Lyrics
this awful town
Just to come back there, that s the town Louis, friends have turned you down
friends have turned you down
Oh hear me cry, the ice and the snow, just to come back there
It s buzzin round buzzin round my head, then you stop to say
This awful town, i ve got the dallas blues and the main street heart disease
And you wander round just like a hound, sent a telegram Louis, this awful town
And you wander round just like a hound, i m goin to put myself on a santa fe and go, sent a telegram
friends have turned you down
Let me go away from this old town, clothes i had to spare
There s a place i know folks won t pass me by dallas, i m goin to go
I m goin put myself on a santa fe and go, a parlor chair Armstrong, to that texas town where you never see the ice and snow
Let me go away from this old town, bring a cold towel for my head Louis, is almost dead
Let me go away from this old town, sol em all to pay my railroad fare Armstrong, and i m going back
That s the town, oh hear me cry
There s a place i know folks won t pass me by dallas, i ve got the dallas blues and the main street heart disease, is almost dead
Like a swarm of little honey bees of honey bees, i ve got the dallas blues and the main street heart disease
Oh hear me cry, that s the town
it s buzzin round buzzin round my head
Bring a cold towel for my head, and you wander round just like a hound
got the dallas blues and your lovin man is almost dead
Got the dallas blues and your lovin man is almost dead, the ice and the snow
It s buzzin round buzzin round my head, bring a cold towel for my head
Got the dallas blues and your lovin man is almost dead, it s buzzin round buzzin round my head
To that texas town where you never see the ice and snow, ridin in a pullman parlor chair
Going back to stay there til i die, oh hear me cry, bring a cold towel for my head
to that texas town where you never see the ice and snow
sent a telegram
Sol em all to pay my railroad fare, clothes i had to spare
i m goin to put myself on a santa fe and go
To that texas town where you never see the ice and snow, my achin head
the ice and the snow
And you wander round just like a hound, and you wander round just like a hound, there s a place i know folks won t pass me by dallas
Let me go away from this old town, just to come back there Dallas, is almost dead
Is almost dead, oh hear me cry Armstrong, sent a telegram
just to come back there