Cab Calloway - Blues In The Night (My Mama Done Tol' Me) lyrics
[Cab Calloway - Blues In The Night My Mama Done Tol' Me lyrics]
My momma done tol' me
When I was in knee pants
My momma done tol' me
Son, what did she tell you?
A woman gon' sweet talk, yeah
And give you de glad-eyes, ah, ahh
But when that sweet talk is
Done: keep on a talkin'
A woman's a two-faced a worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues the blues
In the night yes, in the night
Now the rain's a-fallin'
Hear the train a-callin' - oohee
My momma done tol' me, oh
Hey, that lonesome whistle's
Blowin' 'cross the trestle, oohee
My momma done tol' me, hey ahooee
A clickety-clackin'
And echoin' back at the blues in the night
The evenin' breeze - the stars
The trees a-cryin' and the moon
'll hide it's light
When you get the blues in the night
It's really tough to get the
Blues in the night take my word:
The mockingbird
Sings the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong and he's right
Yes, he's right to sing the
Blues in the night
From natchez to mobile
From Memphis to St joe
Wherever the four winds blow
They blow everywhere
I been in some big towns, yeah
And I done heard me some big talk, ahh, ahh
But there's one thing I
Know: keep a talkin' a woman's a-two-faced
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues the blues
In the night, yes, in the night
A woman will leave you singin' the blues
I know she will my momma was right:
The blues in the night
When I was in knee pants
My momma done tol' me
Son, what did she tell you?
A woman gon' sweet talk, yeah
And give you de glad-eyes, ah, ahh
But when that sweet talk is
Done: keep on a talkin'
A woman's a two-faced a worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues the blues
In the night yes, in the night
Now the rain's a-fallin'
Hear the train a-callin' - oohee
My momma done tol' me, oh
Hey, that lonesome whistle's
Blowin' 'cross the trestle, oohee
My momma done tol' me, hey ahooee
A clickety-clackin'
And echoin' back at the blues in the night
The evenin' breeze - the stars
The trees a-cryin' and the moon
'll hide it's light
When you get the blues in the night
It's really tough to get the
Blues in the night take my word:
The mockingbird
Sings the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong and he's right
Yes, he's right to sing the
Blues in the night
From natchez to mobile
From Memphis to St joe
Wherever the four winds blow
They blow everywhere
I been in some big towns, yeah
And I done heard me some big talk, ahh, ahh
But there's one thing I
Know: keep a talkin' a woman's a-two-faced
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues the blues
In the night, yes, in the night
A woman will leave you singin' the blues
I know she will my momma was right:
The blues in the night