St. Louis Blues: Yellow Dog Blues - Eartha Kitt

Ever since Miss Susan Johnson lost her Jockey Lee

There has been much excitement, more to be

You can hear her moaning night and morn

«Wonder where my Easy Rider’s gone?»

Cablegrams come of sympathy, telegrams go of inquiry

Letters come from down in «Bam»

And everywhere that Uncle Sam has a rural delivery

All day the phone rings, but it’s not for me

At last good tidings fill our hearts with glee

This message comes from Tennessee

Dear Sue, your easy rider struck this burg today

On a southboun' rattler, side door Pullman car

Seen him here an' he was on the hog

Easy rider’s gotta stay away

So he had to vamp it but the hike ain’t far

He’s gone where the Southern cross the Yellow Dog