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My mama done tol' me, when I was in knee pants,
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My mama done tol' me, 'Son,
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A woman'll sweet talk and give ya the big eye,
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But when the sweet talkin's done,
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A woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing
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The blues in the night.'
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Now the rain's a-fallin', hear the train a-callin',
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'Whoo-ee.' (My mama done tol' me,)
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Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle,
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'Whoo-ee.' (My mama done tol' me.)
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A whoo-ee-duh whoo-ee,
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Ol' clickety clack's a-echoin' back the blues in the night.
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The evening breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
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And the moon'll hide it's light when you get the blues in the night;
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Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind of song,
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He knows things are wrong, and he's right.
From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to Saint Joe,
Wherever the four winds blow;
I've been in some big towns and 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.
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Coda:
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Oooo - oooo - oooo, oooo - oooo - oooo,
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My mama was right, there's blues in the night.
Written by Harold Arlen/Johnny Mercer