Blues in the Night - Susanna Bartilla
My mama done tol' me when I was in pigtails
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 you'll leave ya to sing
The blues in the night
Now the rain's a-fallin'
Hear the train's a callin' whooee
Hear dat lonesome whistle
Blowin' 'cross the trestle whooee
A-whooee-ah-whooee
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
Wherever the four winds blow
I been in some big towns an' heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A man's a two-face
A worrisome thing you'll leave ya to sing
The 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
Wherever the four winds blow
I been in some big towns an' heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A man's a two-face
A worrisome thing you'll leave ya to sing
The blues in the night
My mama was right
There's blues in the night
There's blues in the night