| My mama done tol' me
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| When I was in pigtails
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| My mama done tol' me, «Hon
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| A man’s gonna sweet talk
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| And give you the big eye
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| But when the sweet-talkin's done
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| A man is a two-face
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| A worrisome thing
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| Who’ll leave you to sing
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| The blues in the night.»
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| Now, the rains are falling
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| Hear the train a-calling
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| Hoo-wee
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| My mama done tol' me
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| «Hear that lonesome whistle
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| Blowing cross the trestle.»
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| Hoo-wee
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| My mama done tol' me
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| A hoo-wee da hoo-wee
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| Oh clickety clacks
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| A-echoin' back
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| The blues in the night
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| The evening breeze
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| 'll start the trees
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| To crying
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| And the moon’ll hide its light
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| When you get the blues in the night
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| Take my word
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| The mockingbird
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| 'll sing the saddest kind of song
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| He knows things are wrong
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| And he’s right
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| From Natchez to Mobile
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| From Memphis to St. Joe
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| Wherever the four winds blow
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| I’ve been in some big towns
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| And heard me some talk
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| But there is one thing I know
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| A man is a two-face
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| A worrisome thing
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| Who’ll leave you to sing
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| The blues in the night
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| My mama was right
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| The blues in the night |