I hate to see, that evenin' sun go down! I hate to see, that evenin' sun go down! 'Cause my baby, gone and left this town!
Feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today, And if I'm feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today, I'll pack my trunk, and make my get-away!
I went to the Gypsy, to get my fortune told, Yes, I went to the Gypsy, to get my fortune told, I asked the Gypsy, "What does the future hold?"
Gypsy told me, "Don't you wear no black!" Yes! The Gypsy told me, "Don't you wear no black!" "Go down to St. Louis, and you can win her back!"
St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings, Pulls this man around by her apron strings, If it wasn't for powder and for store-bought hair, That girl I love wouldn't have gone nowhere, nowhere!
I got the St. Louis Blues, just as blue as I can be, 'Cause that girl's got a heart, like a rock cast in the sea, Or else she wouldn't have gone so far from me!
I love that girl like a school girl loves his pie, Like a Kentucky Colonel loves his mint and his rye, I love that girl, yes I love that girl, Yes, I love that girl . . . Until . . . the day . . . I die!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
