blues in the night my mama done tol me

Ella Fitzgerald

My mama done tol me, when I was in pig tails
My mama done tol me, Child a man ll sweet talk
And
give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin s done
A man is 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 man is a two-face, a