Limehouse Blues

In old Limehouse
They call it orange blossom land
I'm so weary
'Cause no one seems to understand

And those weird China blues
Never go away
Sad, sad, mad blues
For all the while, they seem to say

Oh, Limehouse kid, oh, oh, Limehouse kid
Going the way that the rest of them did
Poor broken blossom and nobody's child
Haunting and taunting, you're just kind of wild

Oh! Limehouse blues, I've the real Limehouse blues
Learned from natives, those sad China blues
Rings on your fingers and tears for your crown
That is the story of old China town

Limehouse, that's where the blues are sung
And if you want some egg foo young
Turn right at Trafalgar and left at Leicester Square
Off past Piccadilly and Jack, I ain't nowhere

Limehouse in London's China town
Limehouse, you'd better sail on down
Rings on your fingers and tears for your crown
That is the story of Limehouse
Sad, sad story of Limehouse
Limehouse in old China town



Credits
Writer(s): Douglas Furber, Philip Braham
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