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Blues In The NightMy mama done tol' meWhen I was in pig tails My mama done tol' me Hon! A man's gonna sweet talk And give ya the big eye But when the sweet talkin's done A man is a two face A worrisome thing Who'll leave ya t'sing The blues in the night Now the rain's a-fallin' Hear the train a-callin' Whoo-ee Hear that lonesome whistle Blowin' 'cross the trestle Whoo-ee A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee ol' clickety clack's A echoin' back the blues in the night The evening breeze'll 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 o' song He knows things are wrong and he's right Ooh... From Natchez to Mobile From Memphis to St. Joe Wherever the four winds blow I been in some big towns I heard me some big talk But there is one thing I know A man is a two face A worrisome thing Who'll leave ya t'sing The blues in the night Ooh... My mama was right, my mama was right There's blues in the night |