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