Letras
I hate to see
That evenin' sun go down, oh Lord
I hate to see
That evenin' sun go down
It makes me wish
I'd never seen this town
And if I feel tomorrow
Like I'm feelin' today
Yeah, if I feel tomorrow
Like I'm feelin' today
I'm gonna pack my suitcase
And make my getaway
Oh, that St. Louis woman
She wears a diamond ring
And she lead me all around
By her apron string
And if it wasn't for her powder
And all that store-bought paint
That St. Louis gal
Would look like what she ain't, mmm
Got the St. Louis blues
Just as blue as I can be
Lord, that woman got a heart
Like a rock in the bottom of the sea
Yeah, that St. Louis woman
Done made a fool outta me