I hate to see that evening sun go down I hate to see that evening sun go down 'Cause, my honey, she's gone left this town
Fellin' tomorrow like I feel today Fellin' tomorrow like I feel today I'll pack my truck and make my get away
St. Louis people with their diamond ring Pulls that men around by their apron string If it wasn't for powder and for store-bought hair (If it wasn't for her and her googly-eyed stare) That girl I love wouldn't have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blue as I can be That girl's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me
I love their girl like a school boy loves his pie Like a Kentucky colonel loves his rock in rye I love my honey till the day I die