Текст песни Harold Arlen - Blues in The Night
Harold Arlen - Blues in The Night слова песни
My mama done tol me, when I was in knee-pantsMy mama done tol me, " son a womanll sweet talk"AndGive ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkins doneA womans a two-face, a worrisome thing whollLeave ya to sing the blues in the nightNow the rains a-fallin, hear the trains a-callin,"whooee!"(my mama done tol me) hear dat lonesome whistle blowin cross the trestle, "whooee!"(myMama done tol me) a-whooee-ah-whooee ol clickety-clacks a-echoin back th blues in the nightTheEvenin breezell start the trees to cryin and the moonll hide its light when you get the blues inThe nightTake my word, the mockingbirdll sing the saddest kind o song, he knows things are wrong,And hes rightFrom natchez to mobile, from memphis to st. joe, wherever the four winds blowI beenIn some big towns an heard me some big talk, but there is one thing I knowA womans a two-face, aWorrisome thing wholl leave ya to sing the blues in the nightMy mama was right, theres blues in