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Blues in the Night (Version by Frank Sinatra) - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈)
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 big eye but when the sweet talking'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's a-falling' hear the train's a-calling whooee
My mama done tol' me hear dat lonesome whistle blowing' 'cross the trestle whooee
My mama done tol' me a-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back th' blues in the night
The evening' 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 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 woman's a two-face a worrisome thing
Who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night
My mama was right there's blues in the night
