| I hate’s to see dat ev’nin' sun go down
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| Hate’s to see dat ev’nin' sun go down
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| Cause ma baby, she done lef' dis town
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| If I feel tomorrow lak ah feel today
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| Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today
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| I’ll pack up my trunk, and make ma git away
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| Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
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| Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
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| 'Twern't for powder an' her store-bought hair
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| De man she love wouldn’t gone nowhere, nowhere
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| Got dem Saint Louis Blues I’m as blue as ah can be
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| Like a man done throwed that rock down into de sea
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| Got dem Saint Louis Blues I’m as blue as ah can be
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| Went to de gypsy get her fortune tole
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| To de gypsy, done got her fortune tole
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| Cause she most wile 'bout her Jelly Roll
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| Now dat gypsy tole her, «Don't you wear no black»
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| She done tole 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 git toCairo, make Saint Louis by herself
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| Git to Cairo, find her old friend Jeff
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| Gwine to pin herself, right there, to his side If she flag his train,
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| she sho' can ride
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| And she sang
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| Got dem Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah can be
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| Dat man got a heart lak a rock cast into de sea
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| Or else he wouldn’t have gone so far from me
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| Doggone it!
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| I loves day man lak a schoolboy loves his pie
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| Lak a Kentucky Col’nel loves his mint an' rye
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| I’ll love ma baby till the day ah 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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| Lawd, a blonde-headed woman make a good man leave the town
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| I said a blonde-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 |