Brenda Lee

I hate to see that evening sun go down I hate to see that evening sun go down
Because my little loved baby he done left this town
If I feel tomorrow like I feel today if I feel tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my bag and make my get away
Oh the St Louis woman with those diamond rings
She pulls her man around by the apron strings
If it wasn't for powder or that store-brought hair
That man of mine he wouldn't go nowhere nowhere