Blues in the Night - Eydie Gormé (埃迪·戈梅)
My mamma done told me
When I was in pigtails
My mamma done told me hon
A man is gonna sweet talking
And give ya 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 falling
Hear the trains a calling whooee
My mamma done told me
Hear the lonesome whistle
Blowing across the trestle whooee
My mamma done told me
A-whooee-ah-whooee
Ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin'
Back th' blues in the night
The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon'll hide it's 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 man'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
She was right I got there's blues in the night
