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Blues in the Night - Louis Armstrong
My mama done tol' me,
When I was in knee-pants
My mama done tol' me,"
Son a woman'll sweet talk"
And give you the big eye,
But when the sweet talkin's done
A woman's a two-face,
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you singing the blues in the night
Now the rain's a-fallin',
Hear the train's a-callin,"Whooee!"
(My mama done tol' me)
Hear that lonesome whistle blowin'
Cross the trestle,"Whooee!"
(My mama done tol' me)
A-whooee-ah-whooee ol'
Clickety-clack's a-echoin' back the blues in the night
The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon'll hide its light
When you get the blues in the night
Boy, 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 some big talk,
But there is one thing I know
A woman's a two-face,
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you singing the blues in the night
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 you singing the blues in the night
My mama talk you
A woman's a two-face,
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you singing the blues in the night
Every night all the night
I got her in the night
