My mama done told me
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When I was in pig tails
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My mama done told me
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"Honey, a man's gonna sweet talk
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And give you the big eye
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But when that sweet talkin's done
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A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing
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Who'll leave you to sing
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The blues in the night
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Now the rain is a-fallin'
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Hear the train a-callin'
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My mama done told me
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Hear that lonesome whistle
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Blowin' 'cross the trestle
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My mama done told' me
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Ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back
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The blues in the night
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The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
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And the moon will hide it's light
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When you get the blues in the night
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Take my word, the mockingbird'll the sing
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The saddest kind of song
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He knows things are wrong and he's right
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And from Natchez to Mobil
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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 in some big towns
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And heard me some big talk
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But there is one thing that I know
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A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing
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Who'll leave you to sing
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The blues in the night
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From Natchez to Mobil
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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 in some big towns
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And heard a lot of talking
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But there is one thing that I know
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A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing
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Who'll leave you to sing
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The blues in the night
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Talking about the blues in the night
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Blues In The Night
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| Ledisi |
