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St. Louis Blues I hate to see__ that eve - nin' sun__ go down___ Hat to see__ that eve - nin' sun__ go down___ My ___ ba-by, he gone and left this town Feel-ing to - mor-row just like I feel to-day, Feel-ing to - mor-row just like I feel to-day. Gon - na pack my trunk, make my get - a - way. Saint Lou - is wo-man___ with her dia-mond rings__ Pulls her man a-round__by her a-pron strings.__ 'Twas - n't for pow - der and all her store_bought hair, that man____ that I love wouldn't have gone no - where. Got the Saint Lou - is Blues just as blue as I_ can be. That man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea or else he would-n't have gone so far from me.__ Well I love that man like a school-boy loves his pie, Like an old Ken-tuck-y Col'-nel loves his rocks loves his rocks and rye, And I love my ba-by till the day I die.___ Got the Saint Lou-is Blues (in the morn-ing Saint Lou-is Blues (in the eve-ning My sweet man left the town___ I hate to see the sun go down___ I got - ta lose_____ those ev-er lov-in' Saint____Lou-is Blues. [Additonal Chorus Lyrics] A black head-ed wo-man makes a freight train jump the track, Said a black head-ed wo-man makes a freight train jump the track. But a long tall gal makes a preacher Ball the Jack. Lord, a blonde head-ed wo-man makes a good man leave town, Said a blonde head-ed wo-man makes a good man leave town. But a red head wo-man makes a boy slap his papa down. Oh, ashes to ashes and dust to dust, I said ashes to ashes and dust to dust, If my blues don't get you, my jazz-ing must.Words & Music by W.C. Handy < Back © 1994-2008 Digital Times® This Site Designed By Interactive Advertising® © 1994-2008 |