(W.C. Handy - Luther Henderson)

I hate to see that evenin' sun go down
I hate to see that evenin' sun go down
'Cause my baby she done left this town.

I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'm gonna pack my grip and make my getaway.

St Louis woman with her diamond rings
Pull that man around (by the apron strings)
Twarnt for powder and for that store bought hair
Well, that gal I love she wouldn't have gone nowhere (nowhere.)

I got the St Louis Blues just blue as I can be
That gal got a heart like a rock cast in the sea
Or else she wouldn't have gone so far from me.

Or else she wouldn't have gone so far from me...