Ella Fitzgerald - Blues in the Night (1961 Version) lyrics

My mama done tol' me When I was in pigtails My mama done tol' me A man's gonna sweet-talk and give you the big eyes But when the sweet-talking's done A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night Now the rain's a-fallin' Hear the train a-callin, "whoo-ee!" My mama done tol' me Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, "whoo-ee!" 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 it's 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 man's a two-face, a worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' And the moon'll hide it's 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 man's a two-face, a worrisome thing Who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night Yes the lonely, lonely blues in the night