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I hate's to see that evenin' sun go down |
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Hate's to see that evenin' sun go down |
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'Cause my baby she done left this town |
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If I feel tomorrow like I feel today |
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Feel tomorrow like I feel today |
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I'll pack up my trunk and make my getaway |
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Saint Louis woman with her diamond rings |
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Pulls that man 'round by her apron strings |
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'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair |
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The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere |
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Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm as blue as I can be |
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Like a man done throwed that rock down into the sea |
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Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm as blue as I can be |
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Went to the gypsy, get her fortune tole |
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To the gypsy done got her fortune tole |
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'Cause she most wild 'bout her Jelly Roll |
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Now that gypsy told her, "Don't you wear no black" |
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She done told her, "Don't you wear no black |
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Go to Saint Louis: you can win him back" |
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If she get to Cairo, make Saint Louis by herself |
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Get to Cairo, find her old friend Jeff |
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Goin' to pin herself right there to his side |
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If she flag his train, she sho' can ride |
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And she sang |
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Got them Saint Louis Blues, just as blue as I can be |
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That man got a heart like a rock cast into the sea |
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Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me, doggone it |
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I loves day, 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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Now a black-headed gal makes a freight train jump the track |
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Said a black-headed gal makes a freight train jump the track |
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But a long, tall gal makes a preacher ball the jack |
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Lord, a blond-headed woman make a good man leave the town |
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I said a blond-headed woman make a good man leave the town |
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But a red-headed woman make a boy slap his pappy down |
