Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Saint-Louis Blues, artist - Bessie Smith. Album song All My Succes, in the genre ДжазDate of issue: 30.09.2010
Record label: Spider
Song language: English
The Saint-Louis Blues |
| I hate to see de evenin' sun go down |
| Hate to see de evenin' sun go down |
| 'Cause ma baby, he done lef' dis town |
| Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today |
| Feel tomorrow like I feel today |
| I’ll pack my trunk, make ma git away |
| Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings |
| Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings |
| 'Twant for powder an' for store-bought hair |
| De man ah love would not gone nowhere, nowhere |
| Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah can be |
| That man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea |
| Or else he wouldn’t have gone so far from me. |
| Doggone it! |
| I loves day man lak a schoolboy loves his pie |
| Lak a Kentucky Col’nel loves his mint an' rye |
| I’ll love ma baby till the day ah die |
| Been to de gypsy to get ma fortune tole |
| To de gypsy, done got ma fortune tole |
| Cause I’m most wile 'bout ma Jelly Roll |
| Gypsy done tole me, «Don't you wear no black.» |
| Yes, she done told me, «Don't you wear no black |
| Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back." |
| Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself |
| Git to Cairo, find ma old friend Jeff |
| Gwine to pin maself close to his side; |
| If ah flag his train, I sho' can ride |
| Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah can be |
| That man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea |
| Or else he wouldn’t have gone so far from me. |
| Doggone it! |
| I loves day man lak a schoolboy loves his pie |
| Lak a Kentucky Colonel loves his mint an' rye |
| I’ll love ma baby till the day I die |
| You ought to see dat stovepipe brown of mine |
| Lak he owns de Dimon' Joseph line |
| He’d make a cross-eyed o’man go stone blin' |
| Blacker than midnight, teeth lak flags of truce |
| Blackest man in de whole of Saint Louis |
| Blacker de berry, sweeter am de juice |
| About a crap game, he knows a pow’ful lot |
| But when worktime comes, he’s on de dot |
| Gwine to ask him for a cold ten-spot |
| What it takes to git it, he’s cert’nly got |
| Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah can be |
| Dat man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea |
| Or else he wouldn’t have gone so far from me. |
| Doggone it! |
| I loves day man lak a schoolboy loves his pie |
| Lak a Kentucky Col’nel loves his mint an' rye |
| I’ll love ma baby till the day ah die |
| A black-headed gal makes a freight train jump the track, said a black-headed |
| Gal makes a freight train jump the track |
| But a long tall gal makes a preacher ball the jack |
| Lawd, a blonde-headed woman makes a good man leave the town, I said |
| Blonde-headed woman makes a good man leave the town |
| But a red-headed woman 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 jazzing must |