I hate to see the evenin' sun go down
I hate to see the evenin' sun go down
Cause my baby she left this townFeelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today
Feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today
I'll pack my trunk and make my get-awaySt. 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 nowhereSt. 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