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Blues In The Night (Artie Shaw)

My mama done tol' me When I was in knee pants My mama done tol' me Son, a woman'll sweet talk And give ya the glad eye But when the sweet talkin's done A woman's a two face A worrisome thing Who'll leave ya to sing The blues in the night Now the rain is 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 whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, Ol' clickety clack Echoin' back blues in the night Evenin' breeze'll start The trees to cryin' And the moon'll hide its light When you get the blues in the night Take my word, the mockin' bird'll Sing the saddest kind of 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 And heard me some big talk But there is something I know A woman's a two face A worrisome thing Who'll leave ya to sing The blues in the night