Saint Louis Blues

I hate to see that evening sun go down
Yes, I hate to see that evening sun go down
'Cause it makes me feel like I’m on my last go-round
If I’m feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
Yes, feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I’m gonna pack my trunk and make my getaway
Say a St. Louis woman wears her diamond rings
She pulls her man around by her apron strings
If it wasn’t for the powder and the store-bought hair
Say, that man I love wouldn’t of gone nowhere, nowhere!
Say I love my man, like a school boy love his fire
Like Louis Armstrong blows so nice and high
But I love that man, until the day I die
Yes I’ve been to the gypsy to get my fortune told
Yes, I’ve been to the gypsy to get my fortune told
Because the gypsy knows, crazy 'bout my cherry rose, yes yes
And when I went to the gypsy she had fortunes all over the place
I’m telling you, yes the gypsy had fortunes all over the place!
But when she looked in my hand, she slapped me right in the face!
Say I ain’t good looking, baby, I ain’t feel so fine
(Who said that?)
Say I ain’t good looking, baby, I ain’t feel so fine
(I'm wondering what’s on your mind)
But all the boys like me, 'cause I take my time!
(That's the trouble now)
I’m gonna grab me a picket off somebody’s fence
(Wait a minute now wait don’t go berzerk now, wait a minute!)
Well well ah! A little picket off somebody’s fence
I’m gonna whip ya all over your big head and tell you «Learn some sense!»