Blues In The Night - Julie London (茱莉伦敦)

My mamma done told me

When I was in pigtails

My mamma done told me hon

A man's gonna sweet talk

And give you the big eye but when the sweet talkin's done

A man is a two-face

A worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing

The blues in the night

Now the rains a-fallin'

Hear the trains a-callin' whooee

Hear the lonesome whistle

Blowin' across the trestle whooee

A-whooee-ah-whooee clickety-clack

Comes echoing back

The blues in the night

Then evenin' breeze will start the trees to cryin'

And the moon will hide its light when you get the blues in the night

Take my word the mockin' bird will sing the saddest kind of song

He knows things are wrong and he's right ooh ooh

From natchez to mobile from memphis to st joe

Wherever the four winds blow I've been in some big towns

I've heard me some big talk but there is one thing I know

A man is a two face a worrisome thing

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

Ooh ooh my mama was right my mama was right

There's blues in the night