Blues in the Night

Blues in the Night Dinah Shore My momma done told me When I was in pigtails My momma done told me, hon A mans gonna sweet-talk And give you the glad eye But when that sweet-talkins done A man is a two-faced, a worrisome thing Wholl leave you to sing the blues in the night Now the rains a fallin Hear the trains a-callin hooey My momma done told me Hear that lonesome whistle Blowing across the trestle, hooey My momma done tole me, a-hooey, a-hooey Old clickety clack is echoing back the blues in the night The evenin breeze will start the trees to praying And the moon will dim its light When you hear the blues in the night Mark my word the mockingbird Will sing the saddest kind of song He knows things are wrong And hes right La ha ha ha-a La ha ha-a From Natchez to Mobile BRFrom Memphis to St. Joe BRWherever the four winds blow BRIve been to some big towns BRIve heard me some big talk BRBut there is one thing I know BRA man is a two-faced, a worrisome thing BRWholl leave you to sing the blues in the night BR BRLa ha ha-a BRLa ha ha-a BRMy momma done told me theres blues in the night BR BRLyrics provided by Betty E. Fisher (berfisher@aol.com) BR BR