Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song St Louis Blues, artist - Edmond Hall. Date of issue: 11.12.2003
Song language: English
St Louis Blues |
| I hate to see the ev’nin' sun go down |
| Hate to see the ev’nin' sun go down, |
| 'cause my baby, he done left this town |
| Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today |
| Feel tomorrow like I feel today, |
| I’ll pack my trunk, make my getaway |
| St. Louis woman with her diamond rings |
| Pulls that man 'round by her apron strings, |
| 't'want for powder and for store-bought hair |
| The man I love, would not gone nowhere, |
| got the St. Louis blues just as blue as I can be |
| That man got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, |
| or else he wouldn’t have gone so far from me |
| Been to the gypsy to get my fortune told |
| To the gypsy, to get my fortune told, |
| 'cause I’m most wild about my |
| jelly roll |
| Gypsy done told me, «Don't you wear no black» |
| Yes, she done told me, «Don't you wear no black, |
| go to St. Louis, you can win him back» |
| Help me to Cairo, make St. Louis by myself |
| Gone to Cairo, find my old friend Jeff |
| Goin' to pin myself close to his side, |
| if I |
| flag his train, I sure can ride |
| I love that man like a schoolboy loves his pie |
| Like a Kentucky Colonel loves his mint and rye |
| I’ll love my baby till the day I die |
| You ought to see that stovepipe brown of mine, |
| like he owns the diamond Joseph line |
| He’d make across-eyed old man go stone blind |
| Blacker than midnight, teeth like flags of truce |
| Blackest man in the whole St. Louis |
| Blacker the berry, sweeter is the juice |
| About a crap game, he knows a powerful lot, |
| but when work time comes, he’s on the dot |
| Goin' to ask him for a cold ten spot, |
| what it takes to get it, he’s certainly got |
| A black-headed gal make a freight train jump the track |
| Said a black-headed gal make a freight train jump the track |