| I hate to see de ev’nin' sun go down,
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| hate to see de ev’nin' sun go down
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| cause ma baby, he done lef' dis town.
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| Feelin' tomorrow lak ah feel today,
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| feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
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| I’ll pack my trunk, 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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| 'Twant for powder an' for store-bought hair,
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| de man ah love would not gone nowhere, nowhere.
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| Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah can be.
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| Dat man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea.
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| Or else he wouldn’t have gone so far from me. |
| 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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| Been to de gypsy to get ma fortune tole,
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| to de gypsy, done got ma fortune tole,
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| cause I’m most wile 'bout ma Jelly Roll.
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| Gypsy done tole me, |