| My momma done tol me When I was in knee-pants
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| My momma done tol me, Son, What did she tell you?
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| A woman gon sweet-talkYeah!
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| And give you de glad-eyes, Ah, ahh.
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| But when that sweet-talk is done: Keep on a- talkin.
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| A womans a two-faced
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| A worrisome thing
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| Wholl leave you to sing the blues… The blues…
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| In the night. |
| Yes, in the night.
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| Now the rains a-fallin,
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| Hear the train a-callin -Oohee…
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| My momma done tol me. |
| Oh…
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| Hey, that lonesome whistles
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| Blowin cross the trestle. |
| Oohee…
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| My momma done tol me. |
| Hey, ahooee — ahooee!
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| A clickety-clackin
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| And echoin back at the blues…
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| In the night.
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| The evenin breeze — The stars —
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| The trees a-cryin and the moon
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| Ll hide it’s light
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| When you get the blues
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| In the night. |
| Its really tough to get the blues in the night.
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| Take my word:
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| The mockingbird
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| Sings the saddest kind of song;
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| He knows things are wrong —
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| And he’s right. |
| Yes, he’s right to sing the blues in the night.
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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;They blow everywhere!
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| I been in some big towns, Yeah!
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| And I done heard me some big talk, Ahh, ahh…
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| But there’s one thing I know: Keep a-talkin.
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| A womans a-two-faced —
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| A worrisome thing
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| Wholl leave you to sing the blues… The blues
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| In the night. |
| Yes, in the night.
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| A woman will leave you singin the blues.
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| I know she will —
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| My momma was right:
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| The blues in the night. |