Louis Armstrong Lyrics: Saint Louis Blues Lyrics

Louis Armstrong - Saint Louis Blues

I hate to see de ev'nin' sun go down,
hate to see de ev'nin' sun go down
cause ma baby, he done lef' dis town.
Feelin' tomorrow lak ah feel today,
feel tomorrow lak ah 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.
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.

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.
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.

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,

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