文本歌词

Blues in the Night - The Platters
My mamma done told me
When I was in knee-pants
My mamma done told me son
A woman's sweet talk and give ya the big eye
But when the sweet talking's done
A woman is a two-face
A worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night
Now the rains a-fallin'
Hear the trains a-callin' whooee
My mamma done told me
Hear the lonesome whistle
Blowin' across the trestle whooee
My mamma done told 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