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• St. Louis - Finger Eleven
• St. Louis - The Junior Varsity
• St. Louis - Junior Varsity
• St. Louis - Carrie Elkin
• St. Louis - Rainbow Butt Monkeys
• St. Louis - Cub Country
• St. Louis - Easybeats

Held it up,
You pushed it down.
Looked so wicked,
Wearing your crown,
Of cotton thorns.
I guess you fake the pain, the pain.
But since I can't really afford,
To give you what you want, what you want.
Here I am,
Come and get me.
Bundled up,
Just like my grandma sent me.
Why'd you give it up,
It's like you never tried, you tried.
But if you try for something more,
You'll be giving up again, up again.
Picked up a rock,
Wishing it was skin.
Never did know,
Where to begin.
To be more of me,
I need to see less of you, of you.
But since that same old feeling has gone,
This won't be near as hard, near as hard.
But since that same old feeling has gone,

I heard you're having trouble in St. Louis
From the look of it, it seems you kind of blew it
Well how could I grow tired of being useless
When the more I work, the more I seem to lose it
This could be the life inside of you
This could be the life
Please God, I never really wanted you to stop
I know prison is so much less forgiving than I thought
And then I thought
Are you growing tired of my excuses
They're the only thing I have to get me through this
Well it's like you said five years ago
The more you live, the more you should know
That's how it's supposed to go
This could be the life inside of you
This could be the life
Please God, I never really wanted you to stop
I know prison is so much less forgiving than I thought
Than I thought
So are you having trouble in St. Louis
From the look of it I'd say you really blew it
Blew it
So please God, I never really wanted you to stop
I know prison is so much less forgiving than I thought
I said lease God, I never really wanted you to stop
I know prison is so much less forgiving than I thought
Than I thought

I heard you're having trouble in St. Louis
From the look of it, it seems you kind of blew it
Well how could I grow tired of being useless
When the more I work, the more I seem to lose it
This could be the life inside of you
This could be the life
Please God, I never really wanted you to stop
I know prison is so much less forgiving than I thought
And then I thought
Are you growing tired of my excuses
They're the only thing I have to get me through this
Well it's like you said five years ago
The more you live, the more you should know
That's how it's supposed to go
This could be the life inside of you
This could be the life
Please God, I never really wanted you to stop
I know prison is so much less forgiving than I thought
Than I thought
So are you having trouble in St. Louis
From the look of it I'd say you really blew it
Blew it
So please God, I never really wanted you to stop
I know prison is so much less forgiving than I thought
I said lease God, I never really wanted you to stop
I know prison is so much less forgiving than I thought

I met St. Louis on a plane
He was sitting there quiet
I was doing much the same
'Till he touched my arm just once
And I started to cry
He said did you know the arch moves
I said no take me there, I need to be moved
It's been a long long while since my face touched the sky
CHORUS:
The same glasses that fill me
Eventually fall
And I take the pieces
And I plant them all
And I call it my garden
I call it my daughter
I call it life
And my life's pretty good
I met St. Louis on a plane
He ordered me a whiskey
And I told him 'bout the shame I felt
Every last time I broke a heart
I said did you know I got a man of many moons
He said no but I get it, and I'd take me with you
Every time the clock strikes twelve
And you're feeling along
The same glasses that fill me
Eventually fall
And I take the pieces
And I plant them all
And I call it my garden
I call it my daughter
I call it my savior
I call it my prayer
I call it what matters
I call it my grace
I call it life

Held it up,
You pushed it down.
Looked so wicked,
Wearing your crown,
Of cotton thorns.
I guess you fake the pain, the pain.
But since I can't really afford,
To give you what you want, what you want.
Here I am,
Come and get me.
Bundled up,
Just like my grandma sent me.
Why'd you give it up,
It's like you never tried, you tried.
But if you try for something more,
You'll be giving up again, up again.
Picked up a rock,
Wishing it was skin.
Never did know,
Where to begin.
To be more of me,
I need to see less of you, of you.
But since that same old feeling has gone,
This won't be near as hard, near as hard.
But since that same old feeling has gone,

I just follow, yellow lines
I only go, go where they lead
I'm off to work, sky meets the earth
Against a wall of sunsets
The streetlights pass, reflect in glass
I turn my face against the wind
One more week and I'll be back
One more time you'll let me in
If i say that I'm leaving this place
When it gets under my skin
I hope you know I'll be around soon
I'll be back again
Darling every day I think of you
While I'm staring at the road
Darling everything reminds me of you
As I roll along
If i say that I'm leaving this place
When it gets under my skin
I hope you know I'll be around soon
I'll be back again
I'll be back again

Whoa, yeah
Countrymen, friends, lend me your ears
I'll tell you a tale of fifteen years
I'm an old man that's so forlorn
I wanna see the city where I was born
I got a feeling that I can't stand
I wanna go home to my homeland
Ain't got no money, I ain't got a cent
I can't get on that train to help me
Show me the way to St.Louis
Show me the way
Show me the way to St.Louis
Show me the way
Come on, people, gotta get moving
Come on, people, gotta get grooving
Show me the way to St.Louis
Show me the way
Step up to me, you city gents
And I'll clean your shoes for fifteen cents
I'll fix your tie, you'll look a smash
If you don't mind, I'll take the cash
Soon I'll get the money and I'll feel fine
To pack my bags and drink my wine
I only know I got to go home
The good Lord told me so, so help me
Show me the way to St.Louis
Show me the way
Show me the way to St.Louis
Show me the way
Come on, people, gotta get moving
Come on, people, gotta get grooving
Show me the way to St.Louis
Show me the way
Which train goes to Louis
You know I got the fare
I know my time's coming fast
I got to try to raise the fare
Come on, people, gotta get moving
Come on, people, gotta get grooving
Show me the way to St.Louis
Show me the way
Show me the way to St.Louis
Show me the way
Louis, Louis, Louis, Louis
Louis, Louis, Louis, Louis...
Show me the way to St.Louis
Show me the way
Show me the way to St.Louis
Show me the way
Show me the way to St.Louis