Julie London — Blues In The Night

My mama done told me when I was in pigtails My mama done told me, "Hon! A man's gonna sweet talk And give you the big eye, but when that sweet talking's done A man is 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 a-callin' hoo-ee Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' cross the trestle hoo-ee A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee Old clickety clacks are echoin' back the blues in the night The evenin' 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 mockingbird will sing the saddest kind of song He knows things are wrong and he's right Oooh From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe Wherever the four winds blow I've 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 you to sing the blues in the night Oooh My mama was right My mama was right There's blues in the night