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    Bobby Hackett / Lyrics

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    "Struttin' With Some Barbecue" Lyrics

    Bobby Hackett feat. Jack Teagarden

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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"
    This song was submitted on October 4th, 2016 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by DON RAYE, LILLIAN HARDIN ARMSTRONG.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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