I hate to see that evening sun go down I hate to see that evening sun go down 'Cause my lovin' baby done left this town If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today I'm gonna pack my trunk and make my getaway Oh, that St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings She pulls my man around by her apron strings And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go nowhere I got those St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be Oh, my man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me I love my man like a schoolboy loves his pie Like a Kentucky colonel loves his rocker and rye I'll love my man until the day I die, Lord, Lord