Blues In the Night Lyrics
Blues In the Night - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈)/Nelson Riddle Orchestra
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