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Blues In The Night - Cab Calloway (凯伯·凯洛威)
My momma done told me
When I was in knee-pants
My momma done told me
"Son What did she tell you
A woman gone sweet-talk Yeah
And give you de glad-eyes Ah ahh
But when that sweet-talk is done: Keep on a talking
A woman's a two-faced
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues The blues
In the night" Yes in the night
Now the rain's a falling
Hear the train a calling - Oohee
My momma done told me Oh
Hey that lonesome whistle's
Blowing cross the trestle Oohee
My momma done told me Hey ahooee - ahooee
A clickety clacking
And echoing back at the blues
In the night
The evening breeze The stars
The trees a-crying and the moon'll hide its light
When you get the blues
In the night It's really tough
To get the blues in the night
Take my word:
The mockingbird
Sings the saddest kind of song;
He knows things are wrong
And he's right Yes he's right
To sing the blues in the night
From Natchez to Mobile;
From Memphis to St Joe;
Wherever the four winds blow;
They blow everywhere
I been in some big towns Yeah
And I heard me some big talk Ahh ahh
But there's one thing I know: Keep a talking
A woman's a two-faced
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues The blues
In the night Yes in the night
A woman will leave you singing the blues
Right boy
My momma was right:
The blues in the night
