Kenny Ball feat. His Jazzmen
st louis blues
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I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea
Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me
I love my baby like a school boy loves his pie
Like a Kentucky colonel loves his mint 'n rye
I love my man till the day I die
- Album:
- The Ultimate!
- Greensleeves
- 200 Fab Sixties Favourites
- Top Ten Hits of the 50s, 60s & 70s
- Midnight in Moscow
- The Pye Jazz Anthology
- Chart Breakers: 32 Greatest Hits
- The Singles Collection
- The Spirit of the 60s: 1963: The Beat Goes On
- A Golden Hour of Kenny Ball
- 100 Shagadelic Sixties Classics
- The Golden Age of Trad: Barber, Ball, Bilk... And the Boys
- Happy Jazz Collection 1951-1962, Vol. 1
- The Classic Years
- Original Hits: 1963
- Trad Mad! - The Pye Trad-Jazz Anthology 1956-1963
- The Golden Age of Trad
- 50 Jazz Toe Tappers
- Just About as Good as It Gets!
- Keep Calm and Listen to Jazz Britannia, Pt. 1