West End Blues

I hate to see

The evening sun go down

I hate to see

The evening sun go down

It makes me think, oh

On my last lone round

Feelin' tomorrow

Like I feel today

Feelin' tomorrow

Like I feel today

I'll pack my dreams

And make my getaway

St. Louis woman

With her diamond rings

Pulls my man around

By her apron strings

Wasn't for powder

And his store-bought hair

The man I love

Wouldn't go nowhere, nowhere

I got the St. Louis blues

Just as blue as I can be

He's got a heart that's like a

Rock cast in the sea

Or else he wouldn't have gone

So, so far from me