I hate to see
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that evening sun go down
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I hate to see
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that evening sun go down
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'Cause my lovin' baby
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done left this town
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If I feel tomorrow
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like I feel today
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If I feel tomorrow
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like I feel today
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I'm gonna pack my brings
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and make my getaway
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Oh, that St. Louis woman
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with her diamond rings
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She pulls my man around
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by her apron strings
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And if it wasn't for powder
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and her store-bought hair
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Oh, that man of mine
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wouldn't go nowhere
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I got those St. Louis blues
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just as blue as I can be
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Oh, my man's got a heart like a
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rock cast in the sea
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Or else he wouldn't have
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gone so far from me
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St. Louis Blues
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| Bessie Smith |
