Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song St. Louis Blues, artist - Cab Calloway. Album song Club Zanzibar Broadcasts, in the genre Традиционный джазDate of issue: 31.07.2011
Record label: Group
Song language: English
St. Louis Blues |
| I hate to see that evening sun go down, |
| I hate to see that evening sun go down, |
| 'Cause my lovin' baby done left this town. |
| If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today, |
| If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today, |
| I’m gonna pack my trunk and make my getaway. |
| Oh, that St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings, |
| She pulls my man around by her apron strings. |
| And if it wasn’t for powder and her store-bought hair, |
| Oh, that man of mine wouldn’t go nowhere. |
| I got those St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be, |
| Oh, my man’s got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, |
| Or else he wouldn’t have gone so far from me. |
| I love my man like a schoolboy loves his pie, |
| Like a Kentucky colonel loves his rocker and rye |
| I’ll love my man until the day I die, Lord, Lord. |
| I got the St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be, Lord, Lord! |
| That man’s got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, |
| Or else he wouldn’t have gone so far from me. |
| I got those St. Louis blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, |
| My man’s got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, |
| Or else he wouldn’t have gone so far from me, Lord, Lord! |
| Another version |
| Got St. Louis blues… blue as I can be; |
| There’s two people in this world I just can’t stand; |
| There’s two people in this world I just can’t stand; |
| That’s a two-faced woman and a lyin' man; |
| I’m gonna leave this town walkin', talkin' to myself; |
| I’m gonna leave this town walkin', talkin' to myself; |
| Because the sweet woman I love, she belongs to somebody else. |
| C (The following verse is so heavily scatted that it is virtually |
| incomprehensible.) |
| [Oh, I say, look here, sweet mama, someday your papa’s… |
| When that big old hound comes around… |
| And when that big old piece of hound comes. |
| He’s sure gonna leave this town.] |
| I’m goin' back to Chicago to have my hambone boiled; |
| I’m goin' way back to Chicago to have my hambone boiled; |
| Because these women in New York City let my good hambone spoil. |
| I got the St. Louis blues, sweet mama, got St. Louis blues, just blue, |
| Blue as I can be, St. Louis blues; |
| baby, |
| Aw, your daddy got St. Louis blues, sweet mama, |
| All those blues, I’m blue as I can be. |
| Version 3 |
| I hate to see that evenin' sun go down, |
| I hate to see that evenin' sun go down, |
| 'Cause my baby has left this town. |
| If I’m feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today, |
| If I’m feelin' tomorrow, like I feel today, |
| I’ll pack my trunk and make my get-away. |
| St. Louis woman, with all her diamond rings, |
| Stole that man of mine, by her apron strings; |
| If it wasn’t for powder, and her store-bought hair, |
| That man I love wouldn’t’ve gone nowhere! |
| Nowhere! |
| I’ve got the St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be; |
| Lord, that man’s got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, |
| Or else he wouldn’t have gone so far from me! |
| Gee, I love that man like a school boy loves his pie, |
| Just like an old Kentucky colonel loves his rock and rye, |
| I guess I’ll love that man until the day I die. |