Mel Torm — Blues in the Night

My mama done told me When I was in knee pants My mama done told me, son A woman will sweet talk And give you the glad eye But when the sweet talking'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-fallin' Hear the train a-callin' My mama done told me Hear that lonesome whistle Blowin' 'cross the trestle My mama done tol' me A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol' clickety clack Echoin' back the blues in the night The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' And thе moon'll hide its light When you get thosе blues in the night Take my word, the mockin' bird will Sing the saddest kind of song He knows things are wrong and he's right From Natchez to Mobile From Memphis to St. Jo 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 woman's a two face A worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing The blues in the night My mama done told me When I was in knee pants My mama done told me A woman will sweet talk And give you the glad eye But when all the sweet talking's done A woman's a two face Who'll leave you to sing The blues in the night From Natchez to Mobile From Memphis to St. Jo 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 woman's a two face A worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing The blues in the night I got the blues I got the blues I got the blues In the night I got the blues I got the blues I got the blues I got the blues Blues in the night Oh, blues in the night Oh, blues in the night My mama done told me When I was in knee pants My mama done told me When I was in knee pants A woman'll leave you to sing Blues in the night