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!
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Another version
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A
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Got St. Louis blues.....blue as I can be;
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B
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There's two people in this world I just can't stand;
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There's two people in this world I just can't stand;
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That's a two-faced woman and a lyin' man;
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B
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I'm gonna leave this town walkin', talkin' to myself;
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I'm gonna leave this town walkin', talkin' to myself;
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Because the sweet woman I love, she belongs to somebody else.
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C (The following verse is so heavily scatted that it is virtually incomprehensible.)
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[Oh, I say, look here, sweet mama, someday your papa's...
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When that big old hound comes around...
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And when that big old piece of hound comes..
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He's sure gonna leave this town.]
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B
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I'm goin' back to Chicago to have my hambone boiled;
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I'm goin' way back to Chicago to have my hambone boiled;
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Because these women in New York City let my good hambone spoil.
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D
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I got the St.Louis blues, sweet mama, got St. Louis blues, just blue,
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Blue as I can be, St. Louis blues; baby,
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Aw, your daddy got St. Louis blues, sweet mama,
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All those blues, I'm blue as I can be.
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Version 3
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I hate to see that evenin' sun go down,
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I hate to see that evenin' sun go down,
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'Cause my baby has left this town.
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If I'm feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today,
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If I'm feelin' tomorrow, like I feel today,
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I'll pack my trunk and make my get-away.
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St. Louis woman, with all her diamond rings,
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Stole that man of mine, by her apron strings;
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If it wasn't for powder, and her store-bought hair,
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That man I love wouldn't've gone nowhere!
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Nowhere!
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I've got the St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be;
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Lord, 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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Gee, I love that man like a school boy loves his pie,
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Just like an old Kentucky colonel loves his rock and rye,
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I guess I'll love that man until the day I die.
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St. Louis Blues
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Cab Calloway |