My mama done told me, when I was in knee-pants
My mama done told 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 to sing the blues in the night

Now the rain’s a-fallin’, hear the train’s a-callin', whooee
My mama done told me hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin’ ’cross the trestle, whooee
My mama done told me a-whooee ah-whooee old clickety-clack’s
Echoin’ back the blues in the night

The evenin’ breeze will start the trees to cryin’ and the moon
Will hide it’s light when you get the blues in the night
And take my word, the mocking bird will sing the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong and he’s so right

From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds they might blow
I been in some big towns and I heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A woman’s a two-face, a worrisome thing
Who will leave you to sing the blues in the night

My mama was right, there’s blues in the night
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Blues In The Night Lyrics

Frank Sinatra – Blues In The Night Lyrics

Songwriters: ARLEN, HAROLD / MERCER, JOHNNY
Blues In The Night lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing

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