On ne voit ça qu'à Paris - Danielle Darrieux

I hate to see de evenin' sun go down

Hate to see de evenin' sun go down

'Cause ma baby, he done lef' dis town

Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today

Feel tomorrow like I 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

That 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

That 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 Colonel loves his mint an' rye

I’ll love ma baby till the day I 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 worktime 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