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