「歌曲」St. Louis Blues-Mildred Bailey & Her Orchestra

I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
It makes me think I'm on my last go-round
Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my grip and make my getaway
Saint Louis woman with her diamond rings
Pulls that man around by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man I love wouldn't go nowhere, nowhere
I got the Saint Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea
Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me
I love my baby like a schoolboy loves his pie
Like a Kentucky colonel loves his mint and rye
I'll love my baby till the day I die
You ought to see that stovepipe brown of mine
Lak he owns the Dimon' Joseph line
He'd make a cross-eyed 'oman go stone-blind
Blacker than midnight, teeth like flags of truce
Blackest man in the whole Saint Louis
Blacker the berry, sweeter is the juice
About a crap game, he knows a pow'ful lot
But when work-time comes, he's on the dot
Gwine to ask him for a cold ten-spot
What it takes to git it, he's certainly got
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
Lawd, a blonde-headed woman makes a good man leave the town
I said a blonde-headed woman makes a good man leave the town
But a red-headed woman makes a boy slap his papa down
I loves that man like a schoolboy loves his pie
Like a Kentucky colonel loves his mint and rye
I'll love my baby till the day I die