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[Bessie Smith] I hate to see that evening sun go down Yes, I hate to see that evening sun go down 'Cause it makes me feel like I'm on my last go-round If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today Yes, feelin' tomorrow like I feel today I'm gonna pack my trunk and make my getaway Say a St. Louis woman wears her diamond rings She pulls her man around by her apron strings If it wasn't for the powder and the store-bought hair Say, that man I love wouldn't of gone nowhere, nowhere! Say I love my man, like a school boy love his fire Like Louis Armstrong blows so nice and high But I love that man, until the day I die [Louis Armstrong] Yes I've been to the gypsy to get my fortune told Yes, I've been to the gypsy to get my fortune told Because the gypsy knows, crazy 'bout my cherry rose, yes yes And when I went to the gypsy she had fortunes all over the place I'm telling you, yes the gypsy had fortunes all over the place! But when she looked in my hand, she slapped me right in the face! [Bessie Smith] Say I ain't good looking, baby, I ain't feel so fine (Who said that?) Say I ain't good looking, baby, I ain't feel so fine (I'm wondering what's on your mind) But all the boys like me, 'cause I take my time! (That's the trouble now) [Louis Armstrong] I'm gonna grab me a picket off somebody's fence (Wait a minute now wait don't go berzerk now, wait a minute!) Well well ah! A little picket off somebody's fence I'm gonna whip ya all over your big head and tell you "Learn some sense!"