Lyrics St. Louis Blues - The Pied Pipers

I hate to see de evening sun go down,
Hate to see de evening sun go down
'Cause my baby, done left dis town.
Feeling tomorrow like I feel today,
I'm feeling tomorrow like I feel today,
Gonna pack my satchel and make my giddy way.

Saint Louis woman was on her diamond rings
Got that man of mine tied her apron strings.
Twant for powder and for store-bought hair,
That man of mine never would have gone nowhere, nowhere!
Got that Saint Louis Blues blue as I can be.
That gal's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea.

Or else she wouldn't have gone so far from me.
I love that man like a schoolboy loves his pie,
Like an old Kentucky Colonel loves his rock and rye.
And I'll love my baby till the day I die.

Travel north and south, shock my mouth. (?)
Travel east and west (take a rest).
And the blues to sing (that's the thing)
Is the wapa, the tapa, the positive king called
The Saint Louis Blues (ain't that news?)
Better pack your trunk (all that junk?)
Make your getaway (where we gonna stay? Tell the jury)
Massouri!
Oh and where we go
Let the trumpets blow.
Gonna pay you a gold,
All the fat ones.
Fat one's the daddy of all!
So use a mournful string
And a sad refrain.
Kindly tell me [Pipers] what you're talking about.
We don't know 'less we, [Mercer], but we'll soon find out.
This recital (there's the title)
'Bout the Saint Louis Blues!