St. Louis Blues chords by Johnny Mercer, The Pied Pipers

  • D

  • Bm

    2
  • Bdim

  • G

  • Gm

    3
  • A

  • E

  • Dm

  • Ddim

  • Gdim

    5
  • C

  • Em

  • Bbdim

  • Eb

    6
Verse 1
D
Bm
Bdim
D
Bm
G
Gm
A
I Hate
D
A
D
G
A
D
To See The Evening Sun Go Down
G
A
D
I hate to see the evening sun go down
A
D
A
I hate my baby done
E
A
D
G
left this town
D
I'm feelin' tomorrow like
G
D
I feel today,
G
D
I'm feelin' tomorrow like
G
D
I feel today,
A
Gonna pack my satchel
E
A
D
and make my kitty way.
Dm
Ddim
A
St. Louis woman with all her diamond rings
E
Got that man of mine tied
A
Dm
to her apron string
A
Word for potter and for store -bought hair
E
A
E
A
Dm
That man of mine never would have gone nowhere,
E
nowhere
A
D
At the St. Louis Blues,
G
D
blue as I can be,
G
That gal's got a heart
D
like a rock cast in the sea,
E
A
E
Or else she wouldn't have gone
G
D
G
Bm
G
so far from me.
D
I love that man like a
G
D
schoolboy loves his pie,
G
Like an old Kentucky colonel
D
loves his rock and rye.
A
E
A
And I'll love my baby till the day
D
G
Gdim
G
C
I die
D
G
Travel north and south
Shut my mouth
A
Travel east and west
Take a rest
D
And the blues to sing
That's the thing
G
Is the whopper, the topper,
C
D
G
the positive king called
the St. Louis Blues
Ain't that blues?
A
Better pack your trunk
Em
A
C
All that junk make you get away
D
Where we gonna stay?
G
Tell the jury Missouri!
Why would we go?
A
Let the trumpets blow
D
Gonna pay a call
G
On the fat one
Bbdim
A
D
That wants the daddy of all
G
With a mournful strain
A
Em
A
And a sad refrain
G
Kindly tell me, Piper's,
Eb
what you're talking about
G
We don't know Mr. Mercer,
E
but we'll soon find out
A
Em
This recital bears the title
C
Em
C
of the St. Louis
D
Blues
Outro 1
G
C
G
Em
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