St. louis blues

I hate to see the evenin' sun go down,
I hate to see the evenin' sun go down,
'Cause my baby she left this town.

Feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today,
Feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk and make my get-away.

St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings,
She pulls her man around, by her apron strings
She wants for powder, and for store-bought hair,
The man she loves he wouldn't go nowhere

St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings,
She pulls her man around, by her apron strings
She wants for powder, and for store-bought hair,
The man she loves he wouldn't go nowhere
Wouldn't go nowhere
Wouldn't go nowhere
He wouldn't go nowhere
He wouldn't go nowhere