I hate to see, that evenin' sun go down! I hate to see, that evenin' sun go down! 'cause my baby, gone and left this town! Feelin' tomorrow, just like i feel today, If i'm feelin' tomorrow, just like i feel today, I'll pack my trunk, and make my get-away! I went to the gypsy, to get my fortune told, Yes, i went to the gypsy, to get my fortune told, I asked the gypsy, 'what does the future hold?' Gypsy told me, 'don't you wear no black!' Hmmm! the gypsy told me, 'don't you wear no black!' ( no black! ) 'go to st. louis, and you can win her back!' St. louis woman, with her diamond rings, Pulls this man around by her apron strings, If it wasn't for powder and for store-bought hair, That gal i love wouldn't h've gone nowhere, nowhere! I got the st. louis blues, just as blue as i can be, 'cause that gal's got a heart, like a rock cast in the sea, Or else she wouldn't have gone so far from me! I love that gal like a school boy loves his pie, Like a kentucky colonel loves his mint an' his rye, I love that gal, yes i love that gal, Yes, i love that gal . . . Until . . . the day . . . i die!
I hate to see, that evenin' sun go down! I hate to see, that evenin' sun go down! 'cause my baby, gone and left this town! Feelin' tomorrow, just like i feel today, If i'm feelin' tomorrow, just like i feel today, I'll pack my trunk, and make my get-away! I went to the gypsy, to get my fortune told, Yes, i went to the gypsy, to get my fortune told, I asked the gypsy, 'what does the future hold?' Gypsy told me, 'don't you wear no black!' Hmmm! the gypsy told me, 'don't you wear no black!' ( no black! ) 'go to st. louis, and you can win her back!' St. louis woman, with her diamond rings, Pulls this man around by her apron strings, If it wasn't for powder and for store-bought hair, That gal i love wouldn't h've gone nowhere, nowhere! I got the st. louis blues, just as blue as i can be, 'cause that gal's got a heart, like a rock cast in the sea, Or else she wouldn't have gone so far from me! I love that gal like a school boy loves his pie, Like a kentucky colonel loves his mint an' his rye, I love that gal, yes i love that gal, Yes, i love that gal . . . Until . . . the day . . . i die!
