I hate's to see dat ev'nin' sun go down
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Hate's to see dat ev'nin' sun go down
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Cause ma baby, she done lef' dis town.
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If I feel tomorrow lak ah feel today
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Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
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I'll pack up my trunk, and make ma git away.
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Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
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Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings.
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'Twern't for powder an' her store-bought hair
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De man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere.
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Got dem Saint Louis Blues I'm as blue as ah can be.
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Like a man done throwed that rock down into de sea
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Got dem Saint Louis Blues I'm as blue as ah can be.
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Went to de gypsy get her fortune tole
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To de gypsy, done got her fortune tole,
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Cause she most wile 'bout her Jelly Roll.
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Now dat gypsy tole her, "Don't you wear no black."
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She done tole her, "Don't you wear no black.
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Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
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If she git toCairo, make Saint Louis by herself,
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Git to Cairo, find her old friend Jeff,
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gwine to pin herself, right there, to his side If she flag his train, she sho' can ride.
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(spoken) And she sang
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Got dem Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah can be.
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Dat man got a heart lak a rock cast into de sea.
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Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me.
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Doggone it!
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I loves day man lak a schoolboy loves his pie,
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Lak a Kentucky Col'nel ....loves his mint an' rye.
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I'll love ma baby till the day ah die.
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Now a black-headed gal makes a freight train jump the track,
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Said a black-headed gal makes a freight train jump the track,
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But a long tall gal makes a preacher ball the jack.
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Lawd, a blonde-headed woman make a good man leave the town,
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I said a blonde-headed woman make a good man leave the town,
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But a red-headed woman make a boy slap his pappy down.
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Saint Louis Blues
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| Louis Armstrong |
