Letras
Oh I hate to see the evening sun go down
Yes I hate to see the evening sun go down
For it makes me think I'm on my last go round
Been to the gypsy to get my fortune told
Off to the gypsy to get my fortune told
Cause I'm wild about my jelly roll
St. Louis woman with the diamond ring
Pulls my man 'round by her apron string
Twas not for powder nor any store-bought hair
The man I love would not have gone nowhere, nowhere
Got the St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be
My man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea
Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me
Oh the gypsy done told me, don't you wear no black
Oh the gypsy done told me, don't you wear no black
Find the St. Louis and you will get him back