Chicago - Blues In The Night Lyrics
My mama done told me when I was in knee-pants,My mama done told me, she said son!A woman will sweet-talk ya, shell give you the big eye,But when that sweet talkin is doneA womans a two-face, a worrisome thingWholl leave ya to sing the blues in the night.Now the rains a fallin, hear the train a callin, whoo-ee,Hear the lonesome whistle blowin cross the trestle, whoo-ee,Whoo-ee-a-whoo-ee, ol clickety-clackIm back on the track of blues in the nightThe evening breeze will start the trees to cryinAnd the moonlightll hide its light,When you get the blues in the night.Take my word, the mockingbirdHe will sing the saddest kind of song,He knows things are wrong and hes right.From natchez to mobile, from memphis to st. joe,Wherever the four winds seem to blow,Ive been in some big towns and Ive heard me some big talkin,But there is one thing I know,A womans a two-face, shes a worrisome thingWholl leave you to sing the blues in the night.(got a case of the blues in the night, dont know what to doBlues every night...)
