Blues In The Night

Blues in the Night - Frank Sinatra (弗蘭克·辛納屈)

Written by：Johnny Mercer/Harold Arlen

My mama done told me when I was in knee pants

My mama done told me son a woman'll sweet talk

And give you the big eye but when the sweet talkin's done

A woman's a two face a worrisome thing

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

Now the rain's a falling hear the train's a callin' whooee

My mama done told me hear that lonesome whistle

Blowing cross the trestle whooee

My mama done told me a whooee ah whooee old clickety clack's

Echoing back the blues in the night

The evening breeze will start the trees to crying and the moon

Will hide it's light when you get the blues in the night

And take my word the mocking bird will sing the saddest kind of song

He knows things are wrong and he's so right

From Natchez to mobile from Memphis to st Joe

Wherever the four winds they might blow

I been in some big towns and I heard me some big talk

But there is one thing I know

A woman's a two face a worrisome thing

Who will leave you to sing the blues in the night

My mama was right there's blues in the night