Lyrics: Peter Cincotti. On The Moon. St.Louis Blues.

I hate to see the evening sun go down
I hate to see the evening sun go down
'Cause my baby, she left this town

Feeling tomorrow just like I feel today
Feeling tomorrow just like I feel today
I'll pack my trunk and make my gataway

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