Peter Cincotti - St Louis Blues lyrics

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