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I hate to see that evenin' sun go down,
I hate to see that evenin' sun go down, 'Cause my baby has left this town. If I'm feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today, If I'm feelin' tomorrow, like I feel today, I'll pack my trunk and make my get-away. St. Louis woman, with all her diamond rings, Stole that man of mine, by her apron strings; If it wasn't for powder, and her store-bought hair, That man I love wouldn't've gone nowhere! Nowhere! I've got the St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be; Lord, that man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me! Gee, I love that man like a school boy loves his pie, Just like an old Kentucky colonel loves his rock and rye, I guess I'll love that man until the day I die. |