St. Louis Blues (1954)

Louis Armstrong & Velma Middleton - Pop
St. Louis Blues (1954)
2 Plays
Duration: 8:57
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Velma Middleton] I hate to see that evening sun go down I hate to see that evening sun go down 'Cause it makes me feel like I'm on my last go round [Verse 2: Velma Middleton] If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today Yes, feelin' tomorrow like I feel today I'm gonna pack my trunk and make my getaway [Verse 3: Velma Middleton] Say St. Louis woman, wears her diamond ring She pulls her man around by her apron strings If it wasn't for the powder and the store-bought hair Say, that man I love wouldn't have go nowhere, nowhere [Verse 4: Velma Middleton] Say, I love my man like a schoolboy love his pie Like Louis Armstrong blows so nice and high Gonna love that man until the day I die [Verse 5: Louis Armstrong] Yes, I been to the gypsy to get my fortunе told Yes, been down to the gypsy to get my fortunе told Because the gypsy goes crazy 'bout my jelly roll, yeah yeah [Verse 6: Louis Armstrong] And when I went to the gypsy She had fortunes all over the place, I'm telling you Yes, the gypsy had Fortunes all over the place But when she looked into my hand She slapped me right in the face [Verse 7: Velma Middleton, (Louis Armstrong)] Say I ain't good looking baby (don't say that) No I ain't built so fine I ain't good looking baby Baby I ain't built so fine (I'm worried 'bout what's on your mind) But all the boys like me 'Cause I take my time (that's the trouble now, that's the trouble) [Verse 8: Louis Armstrong, (Velma Middleton)] I'm gonna snatch me a picket Off somebody's fence (Wait a minute now don't go berserk, now wait a minute) Yes, I'm gonna grab me a picket Off of somebody's fence (Hold everything Pops) And I'm gonna whip you over your big head Until you learn some sense
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Credits
- Writers
- W. C. Handy