~~~~♫♫♫ ~~~~ I got those St. Louis blues, blue as I can be, I see my man's got a heart like a rock cast in the deep blue sea, Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me.
Well, I love my man like a schoolboy loves his pie, Like an old Kentucky colonel loves his chicken, rock and rye And I’m gonna love my man until the day I die. ~~~~♫♫♫ ~~~~ Oh, I hate to see that evening sun go down I hate to see that evening sun go down Just because, my baby, he's done left this town
If I’m fellin' tomorrow like I feel today If I’m fellin' tomorrow like I feel today I'm gonna pack my trunk and gonna make my getaway
St. Louis woman with all her diamond rings She pulls that man around by her apron strings If it wasn’t for powder and all her store-bought hair You know that man I love he wouldn't go nowhere, nowhere
That a blonde-headed woman make a good man leave the town, I said a blonde-headed woman make a good man leave the town, But a red-headed woman make a boy, slap his pappy down. ~~~~♫♫♫ ~~~~ [Ella’s Improvisation]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
