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!



Words and Music by W. C. Handy