Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Saint Louis Blues, artist - Bessie Smith. Album song Bessie Smith: the Bessie Smith Story, Vol. 1, in the genre Блюз
Date of issue: 28.06.2012
Record label: Universe
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 |