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
heard the voice inside him say. "Do you believe that what you have is what you need" You can't blame Louis. Oh, Louis He found a girl. His heart's desire. She was the first. She quenched the thirst
