Blues In The Night Lyrics
Blues in the Night - billy eckstine
Written by：Johnny Mercer/Harold Arlen
My mama done told me
Yeah she did tell me
My mama done told me son
A woman will sweet talk and give you the big eye
But when that sweet talking is done
A woman's a two face a worrisome thing
Will leave you to sing the blues in the night
Now the rains a falling hear the train a calling whoo ee
My mama done told me
Hear the lonesome whistle blowing cross the trestle whoo ee
My mama done told me
Ah whoo ee a whoo ee
Oh click the clack or echo I'm back the blues in the night
The evening breeze will start the trees are sad
And the moonlight hide its light
When you get the blues in the night
Take my word the mockingbird
He will sing the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong and he's right
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
From natchez to mobile
Memphis to st joe
Wherever the four winds blow
I've been in some big towns heard me some big talking
But there is one thing I know
A woman's a two face a worrisome thing
Will leave you to sing the blues in the night
The moon is sad
My mama is right
There is blue in the night