Paroles de Blues in the Night
My mama done tol' me, when I was in knee-pantsMy mama done tol' me, son a woman'll sweet talk
And
Give ya the big eye,
But when the sweet talkin's done
A woman's a two-face,
A worrisome thing who'll
Leave ya to sing the blues in the night
Now the rain's a-fallin',
Hear the train's a-callin,
Whoee!
(my mama done tol' me)
Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, whooee!
(my Mama done tol' 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 it's 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, A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night
My mama was right, there's blues in
Leave ya to sing the blues in the night
Now the rain's a-fallin',
Hear the train's a-callin,
Whoee!
(my mama done tol' me)
Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, whooee!
(my Mama done tol' 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 it's 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, A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night
My mama was right, there's blues in
CROSBY, BING/AHLERT, FRED E./TURK, ROY
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