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
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 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