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,
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!'
Hmmm! the gypsy told me, 'don't you wear no black!' ( no black! )
'go 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 gal i love wouldn't h've gone nowhere, nowhere!
I got the st. louis blues, just as blue as i can be,
'cause that gal'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 gal like a school boy loves his pie,
Like a kentucky colonel loves his mint an' his rye,
I love that gal, yes i love that gal,
Yes, i love that gal . . .
Until　. . . the day . . . i die!