Peter Cincotti - St. louis blues Lyrics

I hate to see the evenin' sun go down
I hate to see the evenin' sun go down
Cause my baby, she left this town

Feelin' tomorrow just like I feel today
Feelin' tomorrow just like I feel today
I'll pack my trunk and make my getaway

St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings
She pulls her man around, by her apron strings

She wants for powder, and for store-bought hair
The man she loves; he wouldn't go nowhere

(Instrumental Solos)

St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings
She pulls her man around, by her apron strings

She wants for powder, and for store-bought hair
The man she loves; he wouldn't go nowhere

Wouldn't go nowhere
Wouldn't go nowhere
He wouldn't go nowhere