Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Reminiscing on a chance encounter with a distraught woman in the streets of St. Louis, Missouri, W.C. Handy, aptly nicknamed “the Father of Blues,” wrote “St. Louis Blues” in a Memphis bar titled Pwee. The song, published on September 11th of 1914, was soon to become one of the most celebrated songs...
I hate to see the evening' sun go down
I hate to see the evening' sun go down
It makes me think I'm on my last go 'round
Feeling' tomorrow like I feel today
Feeling' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my grip and make my getaway
Saint Louis woman with her diamond rings
Pulls that man around by her apron strings
Wasn't for powder and the store-bought hair
The man I love wouldn't go nowhere, nowhere
I got them Saint Louis Blues; just as blue as I can be
He's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea
Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me
St. Louis Blues was written by W. C. Handy.