St. Louis Blues
I hate to see, that evenin' sun go down! I hate to see, that evenin' sun go down! 'Cause my baby, gone and left this town! Feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today, If I'm feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today, I'll pack my trunk, and make my get-away! I went to the Gypsy, to get my fortune told, Yes, I went to the Gypsy, to get my fortune told, I asked the Gypsy, "What does the future hold?" Gypsy told me, "Don't you wear no black!" Hmmm! The Gypsy told me, "Don't you wear no black!" ( No black! ) "Go to St. Louis, and you can win her back!" St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings, Pulls this man around by her apron strings, If it wasn't for powder and for store-bought hair, That gal I love wouldn't h've gone nowhere, nowhere! I got the St. Louis Blues, just as blue as I can be, 'Cause that gal's got a heart, like a rock cast in the sea, Or else she wouldn't have gone so far from me! I love that gal like a school boy loves his pie, Like a Kentucky Colonel loves his mint an' his rye, I love that gal, yes I love that gal, Yes, I love that gal . . . Until . . . the day . . . I die! Words and Music by W. C. Handy W.C. Handy Music  
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