I hate to see, that evenin' sun go down! 
I hate to see, that evenin' sun go down! 
'Cause my baby, gone and left this town! 

Feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today, 
If I'm feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today, 
I'll pack my trunk, and make my get-away! 

I went to the Gypsy, to get my fortune told, 
Yes, I went to the Gypsy, to get my fortune told, 
I asked the Gypsy, ";What does the future hold?"; 

Gypsy told me, ";Don't you wear no black!"; 
Hmmm! The Gypsy told me, ";Don't you wear no black!"; ( No black! ) 
";Go to St. Louis, and you can win her back!"; 

St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings, 
Pulls this man around by her apron strings, 

If it wasn't for powder and for store-bought hair, 
That gal I love wouldn't h've gone nowhere, nowhere! 

I got the St. Louis Blues, just as blue as I can be, 
'Cause that gal's got a heart, like a rock cast in the sea, 
Or else she wouldn't have gone so far from me! 

I love that gal like a school boy loves his pie, 
Like a Kentucky Colonel loves his mint an' his rye, 
I love that gal, yes I love that gal, 
Yes, I love that gal . . . 
Until . . . the day . . . I die!