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I hate to see the ev'nin' sun go down |
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Hate to see the ev'nin' sun go down, |
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'cause my baby, he done left this town |
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Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today |
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Feel tomorrow like I feel today, |
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I'll pack my trunk, make my getaway |
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St. Louis woman with her diamond rings |
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Pulls that man 'round by her apron strings, |
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't'want for powder and for store-bought hair |
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The man I love, would not gone nowhere, |
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Got the St. Louis blues just as blue as I can be |
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That man got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, |
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Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me |
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Been to the gypsy to get my fortune told |
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To the gypsy, to get my fortune told, |
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'cause I'm most wild about my |
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Jelly roll |
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Gypsy done told me, "Don't you wear no black" |
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Yes, she done told me, "Don't you wear no black, |
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Go to St. Louis, you can win him back" |
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Help me to Cairo, make St. Louis by myself |
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Gone to Cairo, find my old friend Jeff |
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Goin' to pin myself close to his side, |
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If I |
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Flag his train |
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, I sure can ride |
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I love that man like a schoolboy loves his pie |
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Like a Kentucky Colonel loves his mint and rye |
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I'll love my baby till the day I die |
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You ought to see that stovepipe brown of mine, |
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Like he owns the diamond Joseph line |
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He'd make across-eyed old man go stone blind |
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Blacker than midnight, teeth like flags of truce |
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Blackest man in the whole St. Louis |
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Blacker the berry, sweeter is the juice |
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About a crap game, he knows a powerful lot, |
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But when work time comes, he's on the dot |
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Goin' to ask him for a cold ten spot, |
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What it takes to get it, he's certainly got |
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A black-headed gal make a freight train jump the track |
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Said a black-headed gal make a freight train jump the track |
