Johnny Mercer
Blues In The Night

My mama done tol' me, when I was in knee-pants
My mama done tol' me, " son a woman'll sweet talk"
And she'll give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin'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-fallin', hear the train's a-callin,
"whooee!"
(my mama done tol' me) hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross
the trestle, "whooee!"
(my mama done tol' me) a-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's
a-echoin' back thr 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
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

So, let me give ya fair warnin'
You may feel fine in the mornin'
But look out for those blues in the night


Mirror lyrics:

But look out for those blues in the night
You may feel fine in the mornin'
So, let me give ya fair warnin'

the blues in the night
A woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing
is one thing I know
I been in some big towns an' heard me some big talk, but there
four winds blow
From natchez to mobile, from memphis to st. joe, wherever the

he knows things are wrong, and he's right
Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind o' song,
hide it's light when you get the blues in the night
The evenin' breeze will start the trees to cryin' and the moon will
a-echoin' back thr blues in the night
(my mama done tol' me) a-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's
the trestle, "whooee!"
(my mama done tol' me) hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross
"whooee!"
Now the rain's a-fallin', hear the train's a-callin,

the blues in the night
A woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing
And she'll give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin's done
My mama done tol' me, " son a woman'll sweet talk"
My mama done tol' me, when I was in knee-pants


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