St. Louis Blues

I hate to see the evenin' sun go down
 I hate to see the evenin' sun go down
 'Cause my baby done left this 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, with all her diamond rings
 Got that man of mine tied to her apron strings
 'Tweren't for powder and for store-bought hair
 That man of mine never would've gone nowhere, nowhere
 Got the 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 'til the day I die
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 Travel north and south (shut my mouth)
 Travel east and west (take a rest)
 And the blues to sing (that's the thing)
 Is the whopper, the topper, the positive king
 Called "The Saint Louis blues" (ain't that news?)
 Better pack your trunk (all that junk?)
 Make your getaway (where are we gonna stay?)
 (Tell the jury) Missouri!
 Oh, and where we go
 Let the trumpets blow
 Gonna pay a call
 On the fat one (fat one's the daddy of all)
 With a mournful string
 And a sad refrain
 Kindly tell me, Pipers, what you're talking about
 We don't know, Mr. Mercer, but we'll soon find out
 This recital (there's the title)
 'Bout the Saint Louis blues