St. Louis Blues Lyrics

Twigs and berries falling on my head
Twigs and berries falling on my head
If I must live in misery, I'd rather be dead

Turn those twigs and berries into cash
Turn those twigs and berries into cash
Buy a car with that money and fill it up with gas

Don't know which direction I should go
Don't know which direction I should go
When you're stuck in the middle, you just sink down a hole

There's a place called California
There's a place called California
Maybe I'll find my baby somewhere along the way

Twigs and berries falling on my head
Twigs and berries falling on my head
If I must live in misery, I'd rather be dead