I hate to see that evenin’ sun go d own,
I hate to see that evenin’ sun go do wn,
‘Cause my baby, he has left this town.
If I’m feelin’ tomorrow like I feel toda y,
If I’m feelin’ tomorrow like I feel to – day,
I’ll pack my trunk and make my get-away.
Saint Louis woman, with all her diamond rings,
Stole that man of mine by her apron strings.
If it wasn’t for powder and her store-bought hair,
The man I love wouldn’t’a gone nowhere, nowhere.
B7
E
Em
E
Em
E
Em
E
Edim
E
Got the Saint Louie Blues, just as blue as I can be;
That man’s got a heart like a rock cast in the s ea,
Edim
B7
B7~F~
A
Gdim
Cdim
E
Or e lse he wouldn’t have gone so far f rom me .
B7
E
Em
E
Em
E
E
E
Edim
E
I lo ve that man like a schoolboy love s his p ie,
Like a Kentucky C olonel loves his rocker and ry e,
Edim
B7
B7~F~
A
Gdim
Cdim
E
Gonna love that man til the day I d ie.
Em
A6
B7
C
Gdim
Cdim
E
B7~F~
Edim
A
A7
F~7
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