St. Louis Blues - Jools Holland, Herbie Hancock, Moses Boyd

I hate to see that evening sun go down

I hate to see that evening sun go down

'Cause my lovin' baby done left this town

If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today

If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today

I’m gonna pack my trunk and make my getaway

Oh, that St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings

She pulls my man around by her apron strings

And if it wasn’t for powder and her store-bought hair

Oh, that man of mine wouldn’t go nowhere

I got those St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be

Oh, my man’s got a heart like a rock cast in the sea

Or else he wouldn’t have gone so far from me

I love my man like a schoolboy loves his pie

Like a Kentucky colonel loves his rocker and rye

I’ll love my man until the day I die, Lord, Lord