(Music & Lyrics by William C. Handy)
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I hate to see the evenin' sun go down,
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I hate to see the evenin' sun go down,
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'Cause my baby she left this town.
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Feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today,
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Feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today,
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I'll pack my trunk and make my get-away.
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St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings,
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She pulls her man around, by her apron strings;
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She wants for powder, and for store-bought hair,
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The man she loves he wouldn't go nowhere
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St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings,
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She pulls her man around, by her apron strings;
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She wants for powder, and for store-bought hair,
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The man she loves he wouldn't go nowhere
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Wouldn't go nowhere
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Wouldn't go nowhere
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He wouldn't go nowhere
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He wouldn't go nowhere
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St. Louis Blues
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| Peter Cincotti |
