My mama don' told me, When I was in pig tails, My mama don' told me, Hon, A man's gonna sweet talk And give you the big eye. But when the sweet talk is done, A man is a two face A worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing, The blues in the night
Now the rains are fallin' Hear the trains are calling Whoo-ee, my mama done told me Hear that lonesome whistle Blowing 'cross the trestle, Whoo-ee, my mama done told me A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, A clickety clack, So echoing back The blues in the night
The evening breeze will start the trees to cryin' And the moon will hide it's light When you get the blues in the night Take my word, the mockin bird Will sing the saddest kind of a 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've been in some big towns, An' heard me some big talk, But there is one thing I know: A man is a two face A worrisome thing He'll leave you to sing The blues in the night
My Mama was right There's a blues in the nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
