| I hate to see that evening sun go down,
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| I hate to see that evening sun go down,
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| 'Cause my lovin' baby done left this town.
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| If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today,
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| If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today,
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| I’m gonna pack my trunk and make my getaway.
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| Oh, that St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings,
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| She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
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| And if it wasn’t for powder and her store-bought hair,
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| Oh, that man of mine wouldn’t go nowhere.
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| I got those St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be,
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| Oh, my man’s got a heart like a rock cast in the sea,
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| Or else he wouldn’t have gone so far from me.
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| I love my man like a schoolboy loves his pie,
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| Like a Kentucky colonel loves his rocker and rye
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| I’ll love my man until the day I die, Lord, Lord.
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| I got the St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be,
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| Lord, Lord!
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| That man’s got a heart like a rock cast in the sea,
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| Or else he wouldn’t have gone so far from me.
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| I got those St. Louis blues, I got the blues, I got the
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| Blues, I got the blues,
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| My man’s got a heart like a rock cast in the sea,
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| Or else he wouldn’t have gone so far from me, Lord, Lord! |