Lyrics St Louis Blues - Peter Cincotti

I hate to see the evenin′ sun go down,
I hate to see the evenin' sun go down,
′Cause my baby she left this town.
Feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today,
Feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today,
I′ll pack my trunk and make my get-away.
St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings,
She pulls her man around, by her apron strings;
She wants for powder, and for store-bought hair,
The man she loves he wouldn′t go nowhere
St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings,
She pulls her man around, by her apron strings;
She wants for powder, and for store-bought hair,
The man she loves he wouldn't go nowhere
Wouldn′t go nowhere
Wouldn't go nowhere
He wouldn′t go nowhere
He wouldn't go nowhere