Blues

Blues - Artie Shaw 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 glad eye But when the sweet talkin's done A woman's a two face A worrisome thing Who'll leave ya t'sing The blues in the night" Now the rain's a fallin' Hear the train a collin' Whoo-ee My mama done tol' me Hear dat lonesome whistle Blowin' cross the trestle, whoo-ee My mama done tol' me A whoo-ee duh whoo-ee, 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 mockin' bird'll Sing the saddest kind of 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 some thing I know A woman's a two face A worrisome thing Who'll leave ya t'sing The blues in the night