Blues In The Night
My mama done told me
When I was in pigtails
My mama done tol' me, honey
A man's gonna sweet talk
He gonna give you the big eye
But when the sweet talkin's done
A man is a two-face
A worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night
From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds blow
I have been in some big towns
And I've heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A man is a two-face
A worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night
Now the rain's a-fallin'
Hear that train a-callin, ooh
My mama done tol' me
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' 'cross the trestle, ooh
My mama done tol' me
A-whooee-ah-whooee
Ol' clickety-clack's echoin' back
The blues in the night
The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon'll hide her light
When you get the blues in the night
Take my word, the mockingbird
Will sing the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong, and he's right
From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds blow
I've been in some big towns
And I've heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A man is a two-face
A worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night
Ooh, ooh
My Mama was right
There's gonna be blues
There is gonna be blues
In the night
Ooh, yeah
When I was in pigtails
My mama done tol' me, honey
A man's gonna sweet talk
He gonna give you the big eye
But when the sweet talkin's done
A man is a two-face
A worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night
From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds blow
I have been in some big towns
And I've heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A man is a two-face
A worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night
Now the rain's a-fallin'
Hear that train a-callin, ooh
My mama done tol' me
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' 'cross the trestle, ooh
My mama done tol' me
A-whooee-ah-whooee
Ol' clickety-clack's echoin' back
The blues in the night
The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon'll hide her light
When you get the blues in the night
Take my word, the mockingbird
Will sing the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong, and he's right
From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds blow
I've been in some big towns
And I've heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A man is a two-face
A worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night
Ooh, ooh
My Mama was right
There's gonna be blues
There is gonna be blues
In the night
Ooh, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Johnny Mercer, Harold Arlen
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