| lyric | St. Louis o man wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man roun’ by her apron strings.
Twant for Powder an’ for store bought hair,
De man ah love would not gone nowhere.
I hate to see de ev’ning sun go down,
Hate to see de ev’ning sun go down,
Cause ma baby he done left dis town.
St. Louis ’o man wid her diamon’ rings,
Pulls dat man roun’ by her apron strings.
Got de St. Louis Blues jes blue as ah can be.
Dat man got a heart lak a rock cast inthe sea,
Or else he would’n’t gone so far from me. |