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!

Words And Music By W. C. Handy