My mama done tol' me
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When I was in pigtails
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My mama done tol' me
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A man's gonna sweet-talk and give you the big eyes
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But when the sweet-talking's done
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A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing
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Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night
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Now the rain's a-fallin'
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Hear the train a-callin, "whoo-ee!"
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My mama done tol' me
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Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, "whoo-ee!"
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My mama done tol' me
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A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's
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A-echoin' back th' blues in the night
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The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
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And the moon'll hide it's light
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When you get the blues in the night
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Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind o' song
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He knows things are wrong, and he's right
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From Natchez to mobile,
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From Memphis to St. Joe
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Wherever the four winds blow
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I been in some big towns
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An' heard me some big talk
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But there is one thing I know
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A man's a two-face, a worrisome thing
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Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night
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The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
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And the moon'll hide it's light
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When you get the blues in the night
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Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind o' song
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He knows things are wrong, and he's right
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From Natchez to mobile,
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From Memphis to St. Joe
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Wherever the four winds blow
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I been in some big towns
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An' heard me some big talk
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But there is one thing I know
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A man's a two-face, a worrisome thing
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Who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night
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Yes the lonely, lonely blues in the night
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Blues In The Night
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| Ella Fitzgerald |
