«The St Louis Blues» - Esther Bigeou

OKeh 8026.
Words and Music by William Christopher Handy (1873-1958).
Cornet; trombone; clarinet; alto saxophone; brass bass; drums — unknown; piano — possibly Clarence Williams.
New York City. c. October 5, 1921
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I hate to see de evenin' sun go down,
Hate to see de evenin' sun go down,
'Cause my baby, he done lef dis town.
Feelin' tomorrow lak Ah feel today,
Feel tomorrow lak Ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma get away.
St. Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man roun' by her apron strings,
'Twant for powder an' for store bought hair,
De man I love would not gone nowhere.

Chorus 1:
Got de St. Louis Blues jes as blue as Ah can be,
Dat man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea,
Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me.
Dog-gone-it!

Been to de Gypsy to get ma fortune tole,
To de Gypsy done got ma fortune tole,
'Cause I'm most wile 'bout ma Jelly Roll.
Gypsy done tole me, "Don't you wear no black"...
Yes she done tole me, "Don't you wear no black"...
Go to St.Louis, you can win him back.
Help me to Cairo, make St.Louis by maself...
Git to Cairo, find ma ole friend Jeff,
Gwine to pin maself close to his side,
If ah flag his train I sho' can ride.

Chorus 2:
I loves dat man lak a school boy loves his pie,
Lak a Kentucky Col'nel loves his mint an' rye,
I'll love ma baby till the day Ah die.

You ought to see dat stovepipe brown of mine,
Lak he owns de Dimon Joseph line.
He'd make a cross-eyed o' man go stone blind.
Blacker than midnight, teeth lak flags of truce,
Blackest man in de whole St. Louis,
Blacker de berry, sweeter is the juice.
About a crap game he knows a pow'ful lot,
But when worktime comes he's on de dot.
Gwine to ask him for a cold ten spot,
What it takes to git it he's cert'nly got.

Chorus 3:
A black headed gal make a freight train jump the track,
Said a black headed gal make a freight train jump the track,
But a long tall gal makes a preacher ball the Jack.

Chorus 4:
Lawd a blonde headed woman makes a good man leave the town,
I said blonde headed woman makes a good man leave the town,
But a red head woman makes a boy slap his papa down.

Chorus 5:
Oh ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
I said ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
If my blues don't get you my jazzing must.