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I hate to see that evening sun go down, |
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I hate to see that evening sun go down, |
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'Cause my lovin' baby done left this town. |
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If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today, |
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If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today, |
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I'm gonna pack my trunk and make my getaway. |
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Oh, that St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings, |
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She pulls my man around by her apron strings. |
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And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair, |
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Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go nowhere. |
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I got those St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be, |
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Oh, my man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, |
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Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. |
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I love my man like a schoolboy loves his pie, |
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Like a Kentucky colonel loves his rocker and rye |
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I'll love my man until the day I die, Lord, Lord. |
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I got the St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be, Lord, Lord! |
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That man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, |
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Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. |
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I got those St. Louis blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, |
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My man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, |
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Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me, Lord, Lord! |