Lyrics St. Louis Blues - Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys

Yelp uh
Lord, I hate to see
(What you hate to see?)
That evening sun go down
(What in the world are you talking about, huh?)

Lord, I hate to see
(But I put it up there)
That evening sun go down
(Boy, Samuel cry, weren't?)

Oh, my baby lost
(Your baby, what she does huh?)
He don't love me know how
(Man, I could've don't that six months age)

Oh, St. Louis Man
(What about the man from St. Louis?)
Oh, with the diamond ring
(You had a man wearing diamond?)
Yella, hello?

They took her around
(Uhuh?)
By her apron strain
(Boy, he don't need the child row)
Oh, he done hardly sinister that so
(Please)

If it wasn't for powder
(Gone to hell, what else?)
And then so bold hats
(Owm, then I get you talkin')

Oh well, a gal of mine
She would not have gone so far
From here
(What's the matter with you now, boy?)

I got 'em St. Louis blues, so as blues as I can be
(Oh, dangin' blue)
I say that man had a heart like a rock cast down in the sea
(How come you talk about that man, darling? Just tell us)

Or else
(Or else, what?)
He wouldn't have cared her to gone so far, far from me
(He probably bring her back in a couple of weeks)
Probly so, take it away Leon
Take it away boys

Oh, do it Mr. Man, do it

Oh, this killin' me
Aha!

Don't go in it
(What's the matter, boy?)
Don't do that again
(What you goin'? Done to you 'naf huh?)

Man, she didn't leave me
If Billy deeply
(That's spell that, that's fry)
But I don't care
(You don't care?)
No
(How come you don't care darlin'?)
I don't like that he's still boy
(Well, on an average, what kinda have do you like?)
Lord, man I, I have a pretty back like you
(Tell me 'bout that back of yours)
Well, St. Louis blues be on your way

All the blight scaredy boy
Would make a prey track
I jumped his bicycle
(Yeah, you were right about that)

At the plug, get it, oh
Would make a brain train
I jumped the train
(Well, that long talk out of turn)

Sir, at long oh, oh-hoh gal
I'd make a full bra of gold like that
Hey, hey