Текст (слова) песни: Frank Sinatra - Blues In The Night
My mama done tol` me, when I was in knee-pants My mama done tol` me, " Son a woman`ll sweet talk" And give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin`s done A woman`s a two-face, A worrisome thing who`ll leave ya to sing the blues in the night Now the rain`s a-fallin`, hear the train`s a-callin, "Whooee!" (My mama done tol` me) Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin` `cross the trestle, "Whooee!" (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 its 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 woman`s a two-face, a worrisome thing who`ll leave ya to sing the blues in the night My mama was right, there`s blues in the night.
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