St. Louis Blues

I hate to see de evenin’ sun go down,
Hate to see de evenin’ sun go down
‘Cause my baby, he done left this town.

Feelin’ tomorrow like I feel today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I’ll pack my trunk, make my get away.

St. Louis woman with her diamond rings,
Pulls dat man ‘roun’ by her apron strings.
‘Twant for powder and for store-bought hair,
The man ah love would not gone nowhere, nowhere.

Got the St. Louis Blues just as blue as I can be.
That man got a heart like a rock cast in the sea.
Or else he wouldn’t have gone so far from me.