I hate to see
the e venin' sun go down
I hate to see
the e venin' sun go down
'Cos my ba by
she left this town
Fee lin' to mo rrow
just like I feel to day
Fee lin' to mo rrow
just like I feel to day
I'll pack my trunk
and make my get a way
Saint Lou is wo man
with her dia mond rings
She pulls her man a round
by her a pron strings
She wants for pow der
and for store- bought hair
The man she loves
he woul dn't go no where
Saint Lou is wo man
with her dia mond rings
She pulls her man a round
by her a pron strings
She wants for pow der
and for store- bought hair
The man she loves
he woul dn't go no where
He woul dn't go no where
he woul dn't go no where
He woul dn't go no where
