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My momma done told me
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When I was in pigtails
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My momma done told me, hon
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A man's gonna sweet-talk
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And give you the glad eye
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But when that sweet-talkin's done
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A man is a two-faced, a worrisome thing
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Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night
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Now the rain's a fallin'
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Hear the trains a-callin' hooey
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My momma done told me
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Hear that lonesome whistle
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Blowing across the trestle, hooey
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My momma done tole me, a-hooey, a-hooey
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Old clickety clack is echoing back the blues in the night
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The evenin' breeze will start the trees to praying
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And the moon will dim its light
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When you hear the blues in the night
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Mark my word the mockingbird
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Will sing the saddest kind of song
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He knows things are wrong
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And he's right
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La ha ha ha-a
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La ha ha-a
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>From Natchez to Mobile
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>From Memphis to St. Joe
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Wherever the four winds blow
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I've been to some big towns
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I've heard me some big talk
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But there is one thing I know
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A man is a two-faced, a worrisome thing
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Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night
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La ha ha-a
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La ha ha-a
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My momma done told me there's blues in the night
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Blues In The Nightds
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| Dinah Shore |
