| My mama done told me
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| When I was in pig tails
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| My mama done told me
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| «Honey, a man’s gonna sweet talk
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| And give you the big eye
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| But when that sweet talkin’s done
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| A man is a two-face, 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 rain is a-fallin'
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| Hear the train a-callin'
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| My mama done told me
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| Hear that lonesome whistle
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| Blowin' 'cross the trestle
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| My mama done told' me
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| Ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back
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| The blues in the night
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| The evenin' breeze’ll start the trees to cryin'
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| And the moon will hide it’s light
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| When you get the blues in the night
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| Take my word, the mockingbird’ll the sing
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| The saddest kind of song
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| He knows things are wrong and he’s right
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| And from Natchez to Mobil
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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 big talk
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| But there is one thing that I know
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| A man is a two-face, 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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| From Natchez to Mobil
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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 a lot of talking
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| But there is one thing that I know
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| A man is a two-face, 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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| Talking about the blues in the night |