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St. Louis Blues |
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W. C. Handy, Louis Armstrong |
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I hate to see that evening sun go down |
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I hate to see that evening sun go down |
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'Cause, my baby, he's gone left this town |
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Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today |
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If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today |
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I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way |
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St. Louis woman with her diamond ring |
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Pulls that man around by her |
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If it wasn't for her and her |
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That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere |
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I got the St. Louis Blues |
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Blues as I can be |
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That man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea |
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Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me |
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I love my baby like a school boy loves his pie |
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Like a Kentucky colonel loves his mint'n rye |
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I love my man till the day I die |
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by W.C. Handy |
