Blues In The Night
Words by Johnny Mercer, Music by Harold Arlen
(c) 1931 b
Arrangement by J.P. Befumo 2008
My mama done tol' me, when I was in knee-pants,
My 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 t' sing the blues - in the night.
Now the rain's a-fallin, hear the train a call-in', whoo-ee.
(My mama done tol' me.)
Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, whoo-ee,
(My mama done tol' me,
A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee,
Ol' click-e-ty clack's a echoin' back the blues - in the night.
The evenin' breeze 'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon'll hide its light, when you get the blues in the night.
Take my word, the mockin' bird 'll sing the saddest kind o' song..
He knows things are wrong and he's right.
(Hum) - - - - -
From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to Saint Joe,
whereever the four winds blow;
I been in some big towns, an' heard me some big talk,
but there is one thing I know:
A woman's a two-face,
A worrisome thing who'll leave ya t' sing the blues - in the night.
(Hum) - - - - -
My mama was right, there's blues - in the night.
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