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I hate to see de ev'nin' sun go down |
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Hate to see de ev'nin' sun go down |
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'Cause ma baby, he done lef' dis town |
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Feelin' tomorrow lak ah feel today |
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Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today |
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I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away |
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Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings |
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Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings |
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'Twant for powder an' for store bought hair |
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De man ah love would not gone nowhere, nowhere |
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Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah can be |
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Dat man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea |
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Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me, doggone it |
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I loves day man lak a schoolboy loves his pie |
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Lak a Kentucky Col'nel loves his mint an' rye |
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I'll love ma baby till the day ah die |
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Been to de gypsy to get ma fortune tole |
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To de gypsy, done got ma fortune tole |
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'Cause I'm most wile 'bout ma Jelly Roll |
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Gypsy done tole me, don't you wear no black |
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Yes, she done told me, don't you wear no black |
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Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back |
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Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself |
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Git to Cairo, find ma old friend Jeff |
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Gwine to pin maself close to his side |
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If ah flag his train, I sho' can ride |
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Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah can be |
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Dat man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea |
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Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me, doggone it |
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I loves day man lak a schoolboy loves his pie |
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Lak a Kentucky Col'nel loves his mint an' rye |
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I'll love ma baby till the day ah die |
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You ought to see dat stovepipe brown of mine |
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Lak he owns de Dimon' Joseph line |
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He'd make a cross eyed O'man go stone blin' |
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Blacker than midnight, teeth lak flags of truce |
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Blackest man in de whole of Saint Louis |
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Blacker de berry, sweeter am de juice |
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About a crap game, he knows a pow'ful lot |
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But when work time comes, he's on de dot |
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Gwine to ask him for a cold ten spot |
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What it takes to git it, he's cert'nly got |
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Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah can be |
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Dat man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea |
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Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me, doggone it |
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I loves day man lak a schoolboy loves his pie |
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Lak a Kentucky Col'nel loves his mint an' rye |
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I'll love ma baby till the day ah die |
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A black headed gal makes a freight train jump the track, said |
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A black headed gal makes a freight train jump the track |
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But a long tall gal makes a preacher ball the jack |
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Lawd, a blonde headed woman makes a good man leave the town |
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I said, "Blonde headed woman makes a good man leave the town |
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But a red headed woman makes a boy slap his papa down" |
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Oh, ashes to ashes and dust to dust |
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I said, "Ashes to ashes and dust to dust |
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If my blues don't get you, my jazzing must" |
