St Louis Blues

St Louis Blues - Perry Como (佩裏·科莫)

Written by：W.C. Handy

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

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 gril I love wouldn't

Have gone nowhere nowhere

I got the St. Louis blues

Just as blue as I can be

'Cause that gril'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 gril like

A school boy loves his pie

Like a kentucky colonel loves

His mine an' his rye

I love that gril

Yes I love that gril

Yes I love that gril

Until

The day

I die