| St. Louis woman with all her diamond rings
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| Oh, she pulls her man around by her apron strings
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| Well, if that wasn’t for powder or for her store-bought hair
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| You know that gal I love wouldn’t have gone nowhere, nowhere
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| I hate to see that evenin' sun go down
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| I hate to see that evenin' sun go down
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| 'Cause that gal I love, she’s gonna left this town
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| Well, I hate to see that evenin' sun go down
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| Oh, I hate to see that evenin' sun go down
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| 'Cause that gal I love, she’s gonna left this town
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| St. Louis woman
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| St. Louis woman with all her diamond rings
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| Oh, you know she pulls her man around by her apron strings
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| Well, if that wasn’t for powder or for her store-bought hair
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| You know that gal I love wouldn’t have gone nowhere, nowhere
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| Got the St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be
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| Oh, that gal’s gotta heart like a rock cast in the sea
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| Well, oh hell, she wouldn’t have gone so far from me |