Blues In The Night - Dinah Shore

My momma done told me

When I was in pigtails

My momma done told me hon

A man's gonna sweet-talk

And give you the glad eye

But when that sweet-talkin's done

A man is a two-faced a worrisome thing

Who'll leave you to

Sing the blues in the night

Now the rain's 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 it's light

When you hear the blues in the night

Tark my word the mockingbird

Will sing the saddest kind of 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've been to some big towns

I've heard me some big talk

But there is one thing I know

A man is a two-faced a worrisome thing

Who'll leave you to

Sing the blues in the night

My momma done told me

There's blues in the night