W.C. Handy

I hate to see that evening sun go down

I hate to see that evening sun go down

'Cause, my baby, he's gone left this town

Fellin' tomorrow like I feel today

If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today

I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way

St. Louis woman with her diamond ring

Pulls that man around by her

If it wasn't for her and her

That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere

I got the St. Louis Blues

Blues as I can be

That 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 baby like a school boy loves his pie

Like a Kentucky colonel loves his mint'n rye

I love my man till the day I die