St. Louis Blues
Art Tatum Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Art Tatum's song, St. Louis Blues, paint a picture of heartbreak and loss. The singer starts off by expressing their disappointment at the sun setting and the day ending because it means their lover has left town. Their heart is heavy as they contemplate the future and whether they will still feel this sense of despair tomorrow as they do today. They even consider leaving town themselves if things do not change.


The song takes a turn when the singer introduces the character of a St. Louis woman with a diamond ring. She is controlling and domineering, and is the reason why the man the singer loves has gone away. The singer feels helpless and defeated because they believe their love should have been enough to keep their partner by their side. The chorus of the song repeats the haunting line "I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be," emphasizing the depth of the singer's sadness and pain. The song ends with the singer reaffirming their love for their partner, despite the heartbreak they have endured.


Line by Line Meaning

I hate to see that evening sun go down
I feel terrible when the evening sun sets and darkness creeps in


Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
My lover has left me, and nothing is going well


Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'm emotionally drained and feel tomorrow will be the same


I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
I'll leave this place and start over again


St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
A wealthy woman from St. Louis with a diamond ring on her finger


Pulls that man around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
The woman is controlling the man's every move and the man can't escape her grasp


That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I fear my man is lost forever under the influence of this woman


I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
I'm down and out, feeling hopeless and gloomy


That man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea
My lover is cold-hearted and unmoved by my feelings


Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me
If he cared for me, he wouldn't have left me alone like this


I love my baby like a school boy loves his pie
I adore my lover with a pure, innocent passion


Like a Kentucky colonel loves his mint 'n rye
I love him deeply and sincerely, like a Southerner loves his whiskey


I love my man till the day I die
I'll continue to love and cherish my lover until the end of my life




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Written by: Handy, John Dankworth

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Comments from YouTube:

@jroc2201

I think this the best blues tune ever written, the more you play it, the more you learn

@ronhaynes6465

"God is in the house!"

@titicolet11

fabuleux !!!!

@najponkjazz9111

What can you say about Art? I`ve got this cd from my dear friend Joe Stercl....killer piano playing....wow!!!!

@coolawesomeepicman4513

I just imagine a jug of liquor on the piano with big 3 x’s. Meanwhile he’s just playing aggressively and calmly at the same time

@diplamatikjuan3595

The only pianist who could intimidate Oscar Peterson

@factcheck1149

Dilamatic Juan, I see what you mean, both have very similar kinds of styles in some genres. Only problem is, Art Tatum came before Oscar Peterson. Art Tatum's career was at its end when Oscar Peterson started to shine.

@diplamatikjuan3595

@@factcheck1149 I meant that literally though. I remember one interview where Oscar said he was starting to feel himself as a pianist in his early days and then his father played him a record of Art Tatum and then Oscar felt depressed and wanted to quit because he thought he'd never be THAT good.

@factcheck1149

@@diplamatikjuan3595 I get it! Ha Ha! Art Tatum can be quite intimidating to a budding pianist - but to Peterson, a budding genius, that depression pushed him to rise above Tatum (IMHO). Agreed, Tatum was the trailblazer, and Peterson stood on Tatum's shoulders, so to speak.

@diplamatikjuan3595

@@factcheck1149 Agreed. I heard Oscar Peterson when I was a teenager, but unfortunately my depression didn't end up with me becoming a jazz piano deity like OP :)

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