St. Louis Song
Lazy people sittin' on the levy, won't you listen now, 'cause this is heavy,
When the spirit came to shake and move us, well, we knew that we were in St. Louis.
At Forrest Park the ghosts are playing the Pavilion, although their guitars rust,
the spirit never left fails shake and move us,
when we rock and roll in sweet St. Louis.
Meet me, in St. Loo... Where they rock your soul,
Meet me in St. Loo...that's where you should go....
Meet me in St. Loo...For the Whiskey War...
Maness bros and bands you don't know...will shoot you to the stars.
It's hot as hades down in old St. Louis, from May until the August fry,
But not as hot as music in that city, Chuck Berry plays there in the sky.
Kiel and Arena blasted classic music, like KSHE radio on the air,
Images of crowds delight my worn out senses, to take me out my rockin' chair.
