I hate to see the evenin' sun go down
I hate to see the evenin' sun go down
'Cause my baby she left this town
Feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today
Feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today
I'll pack my trunk and make my get-away
St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings
She pulls her man around, by her apron strings;
She wants for powder, and for store-bought hair
The man she loves he wouldn't go nowhere
St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings
She pulls her man around, by her apron strings;
She wants for powder, and for store-bought hair
The man she loves he wouldn't go nowhere
Wouldn't go nowhere
Wouldn't go nowhere
He wouldn't go nowhere
He wouldn't go nowhere
