St. Louis Blues

I hate to see the evenin' sun go down
Said I hate to see the evenin' sun go down
'Cause the man I love done left this town
If I'm feelin' tomorrow just like I feel today
Said if I'm feelin' tomorrow just like I feel today
I'm gonna pack my bags and make my get away

St. Louis woman with all her diamond rings
Ah, she pulls that man around by her apron strings
'Tweren't for powder and for store-bought hair
The man I love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere

Got the St. Louis blues, Lord, I'm just as blue as I can be
My man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea
Or else he wouldn't gone so far from me

I love my man like a schoolboy loves his pie
Said I love my man like a schoolboy loves his pie
And I'll love that sweet man until the day I die

Said a red-headed gal would make a good man leave this town
A red-headed gal would make a good man leave this town
But a little short, fat, squatty mama make a baby slap his pappy down

Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee
Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee
Honey, honey
Honey, honey
Make a baby slap his pappy down