St. Louis Blues

If I feel tomorrow like I'm feelin' today

If I feel tomorrow like I'm feelin' today

I'm gonna pack my grip and make my get-a-way

Lord, I hate to see that evenin' sun go down

Yeah, it's makin' be lonesome

Yeah, I hate to see that evening sun go down

I'm gonna pack my things, I'm gonna leave this town

Lord, that St. Louis woman, she wears a diamond ring

And she leads me around by her apron string

If it weren't for, oh, her powder and all that store-bought paint

That St. Louis woman wouldn't look like what she ain't

No, she wouldn't

I got the St, Louis blues, just as blue as I can be

Oh, that woman's got a heart like a rock in the bottom of the sea

Yeah, that St. Louis woman done made a fool of me