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My mama done tol' me, when I was in knee-pants
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My mama done tol' me, " Son a woman'll sweet talk"
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And
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give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin's done
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A woman's a two-face, A worrisome thing who'll
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leave ya to sing the blues in the night
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Now the rain's a-fallin', hear the train's a-callin,
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"Whooee!"
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(My mama done tol' me) Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, "Whooee!"
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(My
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mama done tol' me) A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back th' blues in the night
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The
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evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' and the moon'll hide its light when you get the blues in
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the night
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Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind o' song, he knows things are wrong,
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and he's right
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From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe, wherever the four winds blow
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I been
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in some big towns an' heard me some big talk, but there is one thing I know
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A woman's a two-face, a
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worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night
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My mama was right, there's blues in
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Blues In The Night
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| Harold Arlen |
