St. Louis Blues

I hate to see

That evening sun go down

Yes, I hate to see

That evening sun go down

'Cause it makes me feel like

I'm on my last go-round

If I feel tomorrow like I feel today

Yes, feeling tomorrow like I feel today

I'm gonna pack my trunk and make my getaway

Say, a St. Louis woman, wears her diamond rings

She pulls her man around by her apron strings

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

Say, that man I love wouldn't have gone nowhere

Nowhere

Say, I love my man like a schoolboy love his pie

Like Louis Armstrong blows so nice and high

Lord, I'll love that man until the day I die

Yes, I've been to the gipsy to get my fortune told

Yes, I've been to the gipsy to get my fortune told

Because the gipsy knows, I'm crazy 'bout my jelly roll

And when I went to the gipsy, she had fortunes all over the place

I'm telling you, yes, the gipsy had fortunes all over the place

But when she looked in my hand, she slapped me right in the face

Say, I ain't good lookin' (Yes)

Baby, I ain't built so fine (Who said that?)

Say, I ain't good lookin'

Baby, I ain't built so fine (Now, woman, what's on your mind?)

But all the boys like me 'cause I take the time (That's trouble now)

I'm gonna grab me a picket off somebody's fence (What a minute, now)

(Don't go berserk now), A little picket, off somebody's fence

I'm gonna whip you all over your big head

And tell you, learn some sense