Blues in the Night

Dinah Shore



My momma done told me

When I was in pigtails

My momma done told me, hon

A man's gonna sweet-talk

And give you the glad eye

But when that sweet-talkin's done

A man is a two-faced, a worrisome thing

Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night



Now the rain's a fallin'

Hear the trains a-callin' hooey

My momma done told me

Hear that lonesome whistle

Blowing across the trestle, hooey

My momma done tole me, a-hooey, a-hooey

Old clickety clack is echoing back the blues in the night



The evenin' breeze will start the trees to praying

And the moon will dim its light

When you hear the blues in the night



Mark my word the mockingbird

Will sing the saddest kind of song

He knows things are wrong

And he's right



La ha ha ha-a

La ha ha-a

From Natchez to Mobile

BRFrom Memphis to St. Joe

BRWherever the four winds blow

BRI've been to some big towns

BRI've heard me some big talk

BRBut there is one thing I know

BRA man is a two-faced, a worrisome thing

BRWho'll leave you to sing the blues in the night

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BRLa ha ha-a

BRLa ha ha-a

BRMy momma done told me there's blues in the night

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BRLyrics provided by Betty E. Fisher (berfisher@aol.com)

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