title: St. Louis Blueskey: Bluesharp type: Chromaticgenre: Gskill: Any(W.C. Handy)Key:G()mean a grace noteA chord symbol before a word means a restG7 C7 G G7(-3*)-4 -5 -4 3 -1* 2 3 -3* -3 3I hate to see that eve-nin’ sun go downC(6) C7 G2 3 -3 2 3 -3 -3* -3 3Hate to see that eve-nin’ sun go downD7 G-2* -3 -2*-1 -3* -3* -3* -3 3‘Cause my ba-by, he done lef’ this town.G7 C7 G G7(-3*)-4 -5 -4 3 3 -1*2 3 -3* -3 3Feel- in’ to-mor-row lak ah feel to-day.C(6) C7 G2 3 -3 -3 -1*2 3 -3* -3 3Feel to-mor-row lak ah feel to-day.D7 G-2 -3 -2* -1 -3* -3* -3*-3 3I’ll pack my trunk, make my get-a-way.Gm (Am)Gm Cm D7-5 -5 -5 -5 -5 5 5 5*-5 -3* -3St. Lou-is wom-an, wid her dia-mon’ ringsGm5 5 5 5 5 5* -5 -3 3Pulls dat man �round by her a-pron strings.Gm(Am)GM Cm D7-5 -5 -5 -5 5 5 5*-5 -4 -3‘Twant for pow-der an’ for store-bought hair,Gm A7 D75 5 5 5 5 5* -5 -3 3 -3 -5De man I love would not gone no-where.G (G6) (G)-3* -4 3 -3* -4 3Got de St. Lou-is blues(G6) G (G6) (G) (G6) G-3 -4 3 -3*-4 3-3* -4 3jes as blue as Ah kin beC(6)-3*-4 -3 3 2 3Dat man got a heart(C7) G-3 -3* -3 3 2 3 -3* 3lak a rock cast in the sea.Am7-3*-4 -5 -3*-4 -1 -3 -4Or else he would-n’t haveD7 G (D7)1 -3*-4 -1 -3*-4 3gone so far from me.(spoken) dog-gone-it!Been to de Gypsy, to get ma fortune tol’To de Gypsy, done got ma fortune tol’‘Cause I’m most wile ’bout ma Jelly Roll.Gypsy done tol’ me, “Don’t you wear no black,”Yes she done tol’ 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.Get to Cairo, find ma ol’ friend JeffGwine to pin maself close by his sideIf I flag his train, Ah sho’ can ride.I loves dat man lak a schoolboy loves his pie,Lak a Kentucky Cunnel loves his mint an’ rye.I’ll love my baby till the day I die. A black-headed woman make a freight train jump the track,Said a blacl-headed gal make a freight train jump the track;But a long tall gall makes a preacher ball the jack.You ought to see dat stovepipe brown of mineLak he owns the Diamon’ Joseph line;He’d make a cross-eyed woman go stone blin’.Blacker than midnight, teeth lak flags of truce,Blackest woman in de whole St Louis;Blacker de berry, sweeter is de juice.About a crap game, he knows a pow’ful lot,But when work-time 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.Lawd a blonde-headed woman makes a good man leave the townI said blonde-headed woman makes a good man leave the downBut a red-headed woman makes a boy slap his papa down. 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.