Blues In The Night - Ella Fitzgerald

作词：Johnny Mercer/Harold Arlen

作曲：Johnny Mercer/Harold Arlen

My mama done tol' me

When I was in pigtails

My mama done tol' me

A man's gonna sweet-talk

And give you the big eyes

But when the sweet-talking's done

A man is a two-face a worrisome thing

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

Now the rain's a-fallin'

Hear the train a-callin whoo-ee

My mama done tol' me

Hear that lonesome whistle blowin'

'Cross the trestle whoo-ee

My mama done tol' me

A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's

A-echoin' back th' blues in the night

The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'

And the moon'll hide it's light

When you get the blues in the night

Take my word the mockingbird'll sing

The saddest kind o' 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 been in some big towns

An' heard me some big talk

But there is one thing I know

A man's a two-face a worrisome thing

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

The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'

And the moon'll hide it's light

When you get the blues blues in the night

Take my word the mockingbird'll

Sing the saddest kind o' 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 been in some big towns

An' heard me some big talk

But there is one thing I know

A man's a two-face a worrisome thing

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

Yes the lonely lonely blues in the night