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My mama done tol' me,
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When I was in knee pants,
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My mama done tol' me,
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Son! A woman'll sweet talk
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And give ya the big eye;
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But when the sweet talkin's done,
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A woman's a two face
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A worrisome thing
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Who'll leave ya t'sing
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The blues in the night
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Now the rain's a fallin',
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Hear the train a collin'
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Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me)
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Hear dat lonesome whistle
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Blowin' cross the trestle,
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Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me)
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A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol' clickety clack's
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A echoin' back th' blues in the night
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The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
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And the moon'll hide its light
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When you get the blues in the night
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Take my word, the mockin' bird'll
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Sing the saddest kind o' song
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He knows things are wrong and he's right
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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 been in some big towns,
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An' heard me some big talk,
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But there is one thing I know
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A woman's a two face,
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A worrisome thing
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Who'll leave ya t'sing the blues in the night
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My mama was right, there's blues in the night
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Blues In The Nightas
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| Artie Shaw |
