I hate to see de evening sun go downHate to see de evenin' sun go downCause ma baby he done lef dis town.Feelin' tomorrow lak ah feel todayFeel tomorrow lak ah feel todayI'll pack my trunk make ma git awaySt. Louis 'oman wid her diamon' ringsPulls dat man roun' by her apron strings'Twant for powder an' for store-bought hairDe man ah love would not gone nowhere.Got de St. Louis Blues jes blue as ah can beDat man got a heart lak a rock cast in the seaOr else he wouldn't gone so far from me. Dog-gone-it! me
Been to de Gypsy to get ma fortune toleTo de Gypsy done got ma fortune toleCause Im is wile bout ma Jelly Roll.Gypsy done tole me, "don't you wear no blackYas she done tole me "don't you wear no blackGo to St. Louis you can win him backHelp me to Cairo make St. Louis by maselfGit to Cairo find ma ole friend JeffGwine to pin ma-self close to his sideIf ah flag his train I sho can ride.I loves dat man lak a school-boy loves his pieLak a Kentucky Col'nel loves his mint an rye,I'll love ma baby till de day ah die. Dog-gone it! die
You ought to see dat stove pipe brown of mineLak he owns de Dimon Joseph lineHe'd make a cross-eyed 'oman go stone blin'.Blacker than midnight, teeth lak flags o' truceBlackest man in de whole St Louis,Blacker de berry, sweeter are the juiceAbout a crap game he knows a pow'ful lotBut when work-time comes, he's on de dotGwine to ask him for a cold ten spotWhat it takes to git it he's cert'nly got.
