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I hate to see that evening sun go down,
I hate to see that evening sun go down,
'Cause my baby he’s 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 make my getaway.

St. Louis woman, with all her diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
If it wasn't for her powder and her store-bought hair,
That man of mine wouldn't go nowhere, nowhow .

I got those St. Louis blues, blue as I can be,
That man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea,
Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me.

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I love that man like a schoolboy loves his pie,
Like an old Kentucky colonel likes his mint and rye
And I love my babyI love him ‘till the day I die
I’m gonna love that man until the day I die

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