Blues in The Night — текст песни (Frank Sinatra)

Writer(s): mercer/arlen





My mama done tol me, when I was in knee-pants

My mama done tol me, " son a womanll sweet talk"

And give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkins done

A womans a two-face, a worrisome thing wholl leave ya to sing the blues in the night



Now the rains a-fallin, hear the trains a-callin, "whooee!"

(my mama done tol me) hear dat lonesome whistle blowin cross the trestle, "whooee!"

(my mama done tol me) a-whooee-ah-whooee ol clickety-clacks a-echoin back th blues in the night

The evenin breezell start the trees to cryin and the moonll hide its light when you get the blues in the night

Take my word, the mockingbirdll sing the saddest kind o song, he knows things are wrong, and hes 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 womans a two-face, a worrisome thing wholl leave ya to sing the blues in the night



My mama was right, theres blues in the night.