Текст песни Frank Sinatra - Blues In The Night
Frank Sinatra - Blues In The Night слова песни
My mama done tol` me, when I was in knee-pants
My mama done tol` me, " Son a woman`ll sweet talk"
And 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 th` blues
in the night
The evenin` breeze`ll start the trees to cryin`
And the moon`ll hide its 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
My mama was right, there`s blues in the night.