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| 8:50 | 
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I hate's to see dat ev'nin' sun go down
Hate's to see dat ev'nin' sun go down Cause ma baby, she done lef' dis town If I feel tomorrow lak ah feel today Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today I'll pack up my trunk, and make ma git away Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings 'Twern't for powder an' her store-bought hair De man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere Got dem Saint Louis Blues I'm as blue as ah can be Like a man done throwed that rock down into de sea Got dem Saint Louis Blues I'm as blue as ah can be Went to de gypsy get her fortune tole To de gypsy, done got her fortune tole Cause she most wile 'bout her Jelly Roll Now dat gypsy tole her, "Don't you wear no black" She done tole her, "Don't you wear no black Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back" If she git toCairo, make Saint Louis by herself Git to Cairo, find her old friend Jeff gwine to pin herself, right there, to his side If she flag his train, she sho' can ride And she sang Got dem Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah can be Dat man got a heart lak a rock cast into de sea Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me Doggone it! I loves day man lak a schoolboy loves his pie Lak a Kentucky Col'nel loves his mint an' rye I'll love ma baby till the day ah die Now a black-headed gal makes a freight train jump the track Said a black-headed gal makes a freight train jump the track But a long tall gal makes a preacher ball the jack Lawd, a blonde-headed woman make a good man leave the town I said a blonde-headed woman make a good man leave the town But a red-headed woman make a boy slap his pappy down |
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| 2. |
| 4:15 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:28 |
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| 4. |
| 4:56 |
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Old Deacon Splivin, his flock was givin' the way of livin' right, yes
Said he, "No wingin', no ragtime singin', tonight", yes Up jumped Aunt Hagar and shouted out with all her might All her might She said, "Oh, tain't no use to preachin' Oh, tain't no use to teachin', each modulation of syncopation Just tells my feet to dance and I can't refuse When I hear the melody they call the blues, those ever lovin' blues Just hear Aunt Hagar's children harmonizin' to that old mournful tune It's a-like choir from on high broke loose, amen If the Devil brought it, the good Lord sent it right down to me Let the congregation join while I sing those lovin' Aunt Hagar's blues |
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| 5. |
| 5:08 |
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| 6. |
| 2:59 |
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| 7. |
| 4:56 |
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| 8. |
| 3:24 |
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| 9. |
| 4:48 |
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| 10. |
| 5:19 |
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| 11. |
| 4:32 |
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| 12. |
| 2:44 |
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| 13. |
| 5:54 |
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| 14. |
| 5:38 |
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| 15. |
| 0:47 |
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| 16. |
| 7:53 |
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