I hate to see the evenin' sun go down I hate to see the evenin' sun go down 'Cause my baby done left this town Feeling tomorrow like I feel today I'm feeling tomorrow like I feel today Gonna pack my satchel and make my giddy way Saint Louis woman, with all her diamond rings Got that man of mine tied to her apron strings 'Tweren't for powder and for store-bought hair That man of mine never would've gone nowhere, nowhere Got the Saint Louis blues, blue as I can be That gal's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea Or else she wouldn't have gone so far from me I love that man like a schoolboy loves his pie Like an old Kentucky colonel loves his rock and rye And I'll love my baby 'til the day I die ♪ Travel north and south (shut my mouth) Travel east and west (take a rest) And the blues to sing (that's the thing) Is the whopper, the topper, the positive king Called "The Saint Louis blues" (ain't that news?) Better pack your trunk (all that junk?) Make your getaway (where are we gonna stay?) (Tell the jury) Missouri! Oh, and where we go Let the trumpets blow Gonna pay a call On the fat one (fat one's the daddy of all) With a mournful string And a sad refrain Kindly tell me, Pipers, what you're talking about We don't know, Mr. Mercer, but we'll soon find out This recital (there's the title) 'Bout the Saint Louis blues