pack up my trunk, and make ma git away. . Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings. Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings. 'Twern't for powder an' her store-bought hair. De man she love wouldn't
. An' I know what you're recitin'. What is turnin' roun' your mind. Loreen, Loreen. They are down on you. Could you ever find again. Just what you've been before. Loreen, Loreen. You're so down and blue
pack up my trunk, and make ma git away. . Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings. Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings. 'Twern't for powder an' her store-bought hair. De man she love wouldn't