| I hate to see the evening sun go down
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| I hate to see the evening sun go down
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| It makes me think I’m on my last go 'round
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| I’m feeling tomorrow like I feel today
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| I’m feeling tomorrow like I’m feeling today
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| Gonna pack my trunk and make my getaway
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| Saint Louis woman with her diamond ring
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| Oh they’re laying around by her apron string
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| If it wasn’t for the powder and the store-bought hair
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| That girl of mine wouldn’t gone so far, far, yeah!
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| I got the Saint Louis blues, blue as I can be!
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| That gal got a heart like a rock down in the sea
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| Or else she wouldn’t have gone so far from me, yeah!
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| Saint Louis woman with her diamond ring
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| Oh they’re laying around by her apron string
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| If it wasn’t for the powder and the store-bought hair
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| Now that girl of mine wouldn’t gone so far, far, yeah!
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| I got the Saint Louis blues, blue as I can be!
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| Oh that girl got a heart like a rock down in the sea
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| Or else she wouldn’t gone so far from me
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| Now let’s say grandma loves ol' grandpa so
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| Oh grandma loves ol' grandpa so
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| He can still do the boogie like he did forty years ago
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| the blues rabbit, runnin' for a solid mile
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| Well the blues rabbit, runnin' for a solid mile
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| Well the rabbit done go cry like a little baby child
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| Saint Louis blues! |