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St. Louis Blues (1914)

[WARNING: This song contains antiquated racial stereotypes. It is presented here for historical and educational purposes only.] A classic with the habanera rhythm, 1914 words and music by W.C. Handy Lyrics 1. I hate to see de ev'nin' sun go down Hate to see de evenin' sun go down Cause my baby, he done lef dis town Feelin' tomorrow lak Ah feel today Feel tomorrow lak Ah feel today I'll pack my trunk, make my get away St. Louis woman wid her diamon' rings Pulls dat man roun' by her apron strings 'Twant for powder an' for store bought hair De man I love would not gone nowhere Chorus Got de St. Louis Blues jes as blue as Ah can be Dat man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me (Dog-gone-it!) Chorus I loves dat man lak a school boy loves his pie Lak a Kentucky Col'nel loves his mint an' rye I'll love ma baby till the day Ah die 2. Been to de Gypsy to get ma fortune tole To de Gypsy done got ma fortune tole Cause I'm most wile 'bout ma Jelly Roll Gypsy done tole me, "don't you wear no black" Yes she done tole me "don't you wear no black" Go to St. Louis, you can win him back Help me to Cairo, make St. Louis by maself Git to Cairo find ma ole friend Jeff Gwine to pin ma self close to his side If Ah flag his train, I sho' can ride Chorus A black headed gal make a freight train jump the track Said a black headed gal make a freight train jump the track But a long tall gal makes a preacher ball the Jack Chorus Lawd a blonde headed woman makes a good man leave the town I said blonde headed woman makes a good man leave the town But a red head woman makes a boy slap his papa down 3. You ought to see dat stovepipe brown of mine Lak he owns de Dimon Joseph line He'd make a cross-eyed o' man go stone blind Blacker than midnight, teeth lak flags of truce Blackest man in de whole St. Louis Blacker de berry, sweeter is the juice About a crap game he knows a pow'ful lot But when work-time comes he's on de dot Gwine to ask him for a cold ten spot What it takes to get it, he's cert'nly got Chorus Oh ashes to ashes and dust to dust I said ashes to ashes and dust to dust If my blues don't get you, my jazzin' must ------------------------------------------ Sung here by Fred Feild. Get the sheet music and MIDI at: https://www.sheetmusicsinger.com/the-...