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