| 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 |