I hate to see the evening sun go down,
said I hate to see the evening sun go down,
'cause a man I love gone left this town.
If I'm feelin' tomorrow just like I feel today,
said that if I'm feelin' tomorrow just like I feel today
I'm gona pack my bags and make my get away.
St. Louis woman with all her diamond rings,
I should pull that man around by her apron strings,
twern‘t for powder and her store-bought hair,
the man I love wouldn’t go nowhere, nowhere.
I got the St. Louis blues, I‘m just as blues as I can be,
my man‘s got a heart like a rock cast in a sea,
or else he wouldn't gone so far from me.
I love my man like a school boy loves his pie,
said I love my man like a school boy loves his pie,
I love that sweet man untill a day I die.
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A red-headed girl has made a good man leave this town,
Afraid, headed girl, it make good man leave this town,
When a little shot pat squaw mama
make a baby slap his pappy down.
Dee-de-eh,
Dit-dit-dee, Dit-dit-dit-dee-eh,
Dit-dit-dit-dee-eh, Hi-hi.
Make a baby slap his pappy down.