Blues In The Night

Blues In The Night - Julie London

My mama done told me when I was in pig tails

My mama done told me hon a man's gonna sweet talk

And give you the big eye but when the sweet talk-in's done

A man is a two face a worrisome thing

Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night

Now the rain's are fallin' hear the train are callin' whoo-ee

Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' cross the trestle whoo-ee

A whoo-ee duh whoo-ee old clickety clack's

A echoin' back the blues in the night

Then evenin' breeze will start the trees to cryin'

And the moon will hide its light when you get the blues in the night

Take my word the mockin' bird will sing the saddest kind of song

He knows things are wrong and he's right ooh ooh

From Natchez to mobile from Memphis to St. Joe

Wherever the four winds blow I've been in some big towns

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 my mama was right

There's blues in the night