Empress of the Blues

Let me tell you people, about a hard livin' Gal
She could really pack them in,
How she could make em smile

One morning when the Chattanooga choo choo blew
Bessie Smith was born the Empress of the Blues
She could really love a song, and sang it with a brand new style

Her daddy died when she was born
her momma died when she was nine
Singing on the streets of town, for nickels and for dimes
Traveling with a show was the life she came to know
Mesmerizing, hypnotizing every where she'd go
Let me sing her favorite song, I'll sing it to you just one time

St. Louis Woman
written by W.C.Handy in 1914.

I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Makes me feel, I'm on my last go round

If I'm feelin' tomorrow the way I am today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow, the way I am today
I'm going to pack my bags, and make my get away

St Louis woman, with all your diamond rings
You got my man, tied round your apron strings
Without your powder, and all your diamond rings
You know my lovin' man would not have gone nowhere

I'm as blue just as blue, as blue as I can be
That lovin' man of mine has a heart like a rock in the sea
St Louie woman has made a fool out of me