There was a place in East St. Louis,
it was nineteen fifty-nine.
When they played they filled the streets with music,
that lonely Blue-note music
that take your cares away, far away.

They packed the place when the band was playin'
to get some joy from a smoke-filled room.
Through the door you could see the bodies swayin';
the Blue-note band was playin'
some lonely Blue-note song, all night long.

Oh, it carried me away, oh, carried me away.
Oh, it carried me away, oh, carried me away.
No place I'd rather stay.

If you should ever make it to St. Louis,
on some hot and lonely night,
if you listen you can hear that Blue-note music;
they fill the streets with music,
it carries you away, far away.

Oh, it carried me away, oh, carried me away.
Oh, it carried me away, oh, carried me away.
No place I'd rather stay