St. Louis Blues (Live At Teatro Sistina, Rome, Italy / 1958)

I hate to see de ev'nin' sun go down

hate to see de ev'nin' sun go down.

Cause ma baby, he done lef dis town

feelin' tomorrow lak Ah feel today

feel tomorrow lak Ah feel today

I'll pack my trunk make ma get away

St. Louis woman wid her diamon' rings

pulls dat man roun' by her apron strings

'twant for powder an' for store bought hair

de man I love would not gone nowhere.

Got de St. Louis Blues jes as blue as Ah can be

dat man got a heart lak a rook cast in the sea

or else he wouldn't gone so far from me.

Dog-gone it!

Been to de Gypsy to get ma fortune tole

to de Gypsy done got ma fortune tole.

Cause I'm most wile 'bout ma Jelly Roll

Gypsy done tole me, "don't you wear no black"

yes she done tole me "don't you wear no black"

go to St. Louis you can win him back

help me to Cairo make St. Louis ma-self

git to Cairo find my ole friend Jeff,

gwine to pin ma-self close to his side

if Ah flag his train I sho' can ride.

I loves dat man lak a school boy loves his pie

lak a Kentucky Col'nel loves his mint an' rye

I'll love ma baby till the day Ah die.

Dog-gone it

You ought to see dat stovepipe brown of mine

lak he owns de Dimon Joseph line.

He'd make a cross-eyed o' man go stone blind

Blacker than midnight, teeth lak flags of truce

blackest man in de whole St. Louis

blacker de berry sweeter is the juice

about a crap game he knows a pow'ful lot

but when worktime comes he's on de dot

gwine to ask him for a cold ten spot

what it takes to git it he's cert'nly got.

A black headed gal make a freight train jump the track

said a black headed gal make a freight train jump the track

but a red headed woman makes a preacher ball the Jack.

Lawd, a blond-headed woman makes a good man leave the town,

I said a blond-headed woman makes a good man leave the town,

But a red-headed woman makes a boy slap his papa down.