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