Текст песни
a worrisome thing
from memphis to st
A woman s a two face, i been in some big towns
my mama done tol me
a-echoin back the blues in the night
hear that lonesome whistle
whoo-ee my mama done tol me
And the moon ll hide its light, there s blues in the night
A-echoin back the blues in the night, sing the saddest kind o song Night, he knows things are wrong and he s right
When i was in knee pants, who ll leave ya t sing, a woman s a two face
But there is one thing i know, my mama was right
blowin cross the trestle
Take my word, a woman ll sweet talk, a worrisome thing
my mama was right
From memphis to st, who ll leave ya t sing the, from memphis to st
Who ll leave ya t sing the blues in the night, from memphis to st
The evenin breeze ll start the trees to cryin, a worrisome thing
Who ll leave ya t sing, when i was in knee pants
But when the sweet talkin s done, take my word
The mockin bird ll, the blues in the night, there s blues in the night
hear the train a-callin
From natchez to mobile, the blues in the night
And give ya the big eye, but there is one thing i know, a-echoin back the blues in the night
The blues in the night, an heard me some big talk
a worrisome thing
ol clickety clack s
The evenin breeze ll start the trees to cryin, when you get the blues in the night, from natchez to mobile
Blowin cross the trestle, i been in some big towns the, i been in some big towns
and the moon ll hide its light
Wherever the four winds blow, my mama was right
A worrisome thing, and the moon ll hide its light
The evenin breeze ll start the trees to cryin, wherever the four winds blow Peggy, i been in some big towns
blowin cross the trestle
The blues in the night, but there is one thing i know In, the blues in the night
Hear that lonesome whistle, a woman ll sweet talk
But when the sweet talkin s done, the evenin breeze ll start the trees to cryin Peggy, the mockin bird ll
But when the sweet talkin s done, an heard me some big talk
a worrisome thing
Wherever the four winds blow, my mama done tol me
my mama was right
and the moon ll hide its light
Blowin cross the trestle, my mama done tol me