"St. Louis Blues" by W. C. Handy
[A]I hate to see, [E7]that
evening sun go [A]down [A7]
[D7]I hate to see, that evening sun go [A]down
[E7]'Cause, my baby, [D7]he's
gone left this [A]town [D7]
[A] [D7]
[A]Feelin' tomorrow, [E7]like
I feel to[A]day [A7]
[D7]If I'm feelin' tomorrow, like I feel
to[A]day
[E7]I'll pack my truck, [D7]and
make my geta[A]way [D7]
[A] [D7]
[Am]St. Louis woman, with her diamond [E7]ring
[E7]Pulls that man around, by her apron [Am]strings
[Am]If it wern't for powder, and for
store bought [E7]hair
[E7]That man I love would, have gone no[A]where,
[B]no[E7]where
[E7]I got the [A]St.
Louis Blues
Just as blue as I can [A7]be
[D7]That man's got a heart like a rock
cast in the [A]sea
[D7]Or else, he wouldn't have [D7]gone
so far from [A]me [D7]
[A7]
[A]I love my baby, [E7]like
a school boy loves his [A]pie [A7]
[D7]Like a Kentucky colonel, loves his
mint'n [A]rye
[E7]I love my man, [D7]'til
the day I [A]die [D7]
[A7]
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