| I hate to see de evenin' sun go down
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| Hate to see de evenin' sun go down
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| 'Cause ma baby, he done lef' dis town
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| Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
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| Feel tomorrow like I 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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| That 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, «Don't you wear no black.»
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| Yes, she done told me, «Don't you wear no black
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| Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
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| Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself
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| Git to Cairo, find ma old friend Jeff
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| Gwine to pin maself close to his side;
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| If ah flag his train, I sho' can ride
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| Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah can be
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| That 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 Colonel loves his mint an' rye
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| I’ll love ma baby till the day I die
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| You ought to see dat stovepipe brown of mine
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| Lak he owns de Dimon' Joseph line
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| He’d make a cross-eyed o’man go stone blin'
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| Blacker than midnight, teeth lak flags of truce
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| Blackest man in de whole of Saint Louis
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| Blacker de berry, sweeter am de juice
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| About a crap game, he knows a pow’ful lot
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| But when worktime comes, he’s on de dot
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| Gwine to ask him for a cold ten-spot
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| What it takes to git it, he’s cert’nly got
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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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| A black-headed gal makes a freight train jump the track, said a black-headed
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| 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 makes a good man leave the town, I said
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| Blonde-headed woman makes a good man leave the town
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| But a red-headed woman makes a boy slap his papa down
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| Oh, ashes to ashes and dust to dust, I said ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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| If my blues don’t get you, my jazzing must |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The St. Louis Blues (01-14-25) , by - Bessie Smith. Song from the album Complete Jazz Series 1924 - 1925, in the genre Джаз