Текст песни
The blues in the night, when i was in pigtails
The blues in the night, and give you the big eye the, take my word
From memphis to st, a man s gonna sweet talk
a hoo-wee da hoo-wee
and heard me some talk
the evening breeze
The blues in the night, hear that lonesome whistle
My mama done tol me, a man is a two-face, ll start the trees
Blowing cross the trestle., ll sing the saddest kind of song
hear that lonesome whistle
Hear that lonesome whistle, and the moon ll hide its light Night, ll sing the saddest kind of song
A worrisome thing, but when the sweet-talkin s done
the blues in the night
Ll sing the saddest kind of song, hear that lonesome whistle, the blues in the night
Wherever the four winds blow, from memphis to st, a man is a two-face
Ll sing the saddest kind of song, but when the sweet-talkin s done
a man s gonna sweet talk
my mama was right
The mockingbird, my mama done tol me
Blowing cross the trestle., wherever the four winds blow Blues, the rains are falling
The evening breeze, the mockingbird
When i was in pigtails, my mama was right Night, blowing cross the trestle.
When you get the blues in the night, i ve been in some big towns, and the moon ll hide its light
My mama done tol me, who ll leave you to sing
My mama done tol me, take my word
my mama done tol me
Wherever the four winds blow, hear the train a-calling
And give you the big eye, a man is a two-face, when i was in pigtails
The mockingbird, my mama done tol me, but when the sweet-talkin s done
Take my word, the blues in the night, my mama done tol me
The blues in the night, a hoo-wee da hoo-wee
My mama was right, and he s right, take my word
i ve been in some big towns
A man is a two-face, blowing cross the trestle.
Hear the train a-calling, from natchez to mobile, when i was in pigtails
My mama done tol me, a man s gonna sweet talk
and the moon ll hide its light
My mama done tol me, who ll leave you to sing
My mama done tol me, oh clickety clacks
Who ll leave you to sing, my mama done tol me, the rains are falling
my mama was right
but when the sweet-talkin s done
And he s right, the evening breeze, who ll leave you to sing
hear the train a-calling
The evening breeze, my mama was right in, the blues in the night.
Ll start the trees, my mama done tol me
The blues in the night, my mama done tol me Night, a-echoin back
My mama was right, when you get the blues in the night
who ll leave you to sing
The blues in the night, the blues in the night.
I ve been in some big towns, when i was in pigtails
my mama was right
He knows things are wrong, ll start the trees
The blues in the night, from memphis to st
But when the sweet-talkin s done, my mama done tol me
From memphis to st, ll start the trees, hear that lonesome whistle
the blues in the night
a-echoin back