I hate to see the evenin' sun go down
Hate to see the evenin' sun go down
'Cause my baby, he's done left this town

Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'm gonna pack my trunk, make my getaway

St. Louis woman with her diamond rings
Pulls her man around by her apron strings
If it weren't for powder and her store bought hair
The man I love, wouldn't have gone nowhere

I got the St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be
That man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea
Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me

I love that man like a school boy loves his pie
Like a Kentucky colonel loves his mint and rye
I love my baby till the day I die