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Struttin' with Some Barbecue

by Bobby Hackett

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I hate to see de ev'nin' sun go down Hate to see de ev'nin' sun go down 'Cause ma 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 git away Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings 'Twant for powder an' for store bought hair De man ah love would not gone nowhere, nowhere Got de Saint 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, 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 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 told me, don't you wear no black Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself Git to Cairo, find ma old friend Jeff Gwine to pin maself close to his side If ah flag his train, I sho' can ride Got de Saint 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, 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 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 blin' Blacker than midnight, teeth lak flags of truce Blackest man in de whole of Saint Louis Blacker de berry, sweeter am 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 Got de Saint 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, 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 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 makes a good man leave the town I said, "Blonde headed woman makes a good man leave the town But 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"

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