I hate to see that evenin' sun go down,
I hate to see that evenin' sun go down,
'Cause the gal that I love, she has done left this town.
If I'm feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today,
If I'm feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today,
I'm gonna pack up my suitcase, baby and make my get-away.
St. Louie woman, she loves a diamond ring,
She leads a man around, by her apron string.
How they love it, ha, hah … how they crave it. [audience laughter]
If it wasn't for powder, and her store-bought hair,
I mean that gal I love wouldn't 've gone nowhere! Nowhere!
I've got the St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be;
‘Cause my baby’s got a heart like a rock cast in the sea,
Otherwise, my baby wouldn't have gone so far from me!
Yes, I love my baby like a schoolboy loves his pie,
Just like an old Kentucky colonel, he loves his lead and rye,
Yes, I'll love my baby until day she die.
Well, I wanna talk to you baby, I don’t want you to walk away.
Well, I wanna talk to you baby, I don’t want you to walk away.
Well, I just want to tell you, I’m tired of you staying out from me night and day.
If you found somebody new, baby please let me know.
If you found somebody new, baby please let me know.
‘Cause if my love and kindness can’t please you, then I’ll just have to let you go.
‘Cause I ain’t gonna cry, ain’t gonna beg for your love anymore.
Well, I ain’t gonna cry, I ain’t gonna beg for your love anymore.
‘Cause my love passed down when you walked out my door.
I was so true to you, that’s why you didn’t care what you do.
Yes, I was so true to you, that’s why you didn’t care what you do.
But I’ve got news for you baby, somebody else is doin’ the things that you failed to do.
Well, it was three o’clock this mornin’, baby, when you come stagg’ring in the door.
Yes, it was three o’clock this mornin’, when you come stagg’ring in the door.
Take it back where you stayed all night, baby, don’t have my love anymore.
 lyrics submitted by Blue Ghost on 18-12-2005 lyrics corrected on 18-12-2005 |
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