Blues in the Night

Blues In The Night - Chicago (芝加哥)

My mama done told me when I was in knee-pants

My mama done told me she said son

A woman will sweet-talk ya shell give you the big eye

But when that sweet talkin is done

A womans a two-face a worrisome thing

Wholl leave ya to sing the blues in the night

Now the rains a fallin hear the train a callin whoo-ee

Hear the lonesome whistle blowin cross the trestle whoo-ee

Whoo-ee-a-whoo-ee ol clickety-clack

I'm back on the track of blues in the night

The evening breeze will start the trees to cryin

And the moonlightll 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 hes right

From natchez to mobile from memphis to st joe

Wherever the four winds seem to blow

I've been in some big towns and I've heard me some big talkin

But there is one thing I know

A womans a two-face she's a worrisome thing

Wholl leave you to sing the blues in the night

Got a case of the blues in the night don't know what to do

Blues every night