Blues in the Night

Blues In The Night - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈)

My mamma done told me

When I was in knee-pants

My mamma done told me son

A woman's sweet talk and give ya the big eye

But when the sweet talking's done

A woman is a two-face

A worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing

The blues in the night

Now the rains a-fallin'

Hear the trains a-callin' whooee

My mamma done told me

Hear the lonesome whistle

Blowin' across the trestle whooee

My mamma done told me

A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back th' blues in the night

The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'

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

Take my word the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind o' song

He knows things are wrong

And he's right

From natchez to mobile from memphis to St Joe

Wherever the four winds than my blow

I been in some big towns an' heard me some big talk

But there is one thing I know

A woman's a two-face

A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night

My mama was right

There's blues in the night