作词：Harold Arlen, Johnny Mercer

My mama done tol' me, when I was in knee pants
My mama done tol', 'Son a woman'll sweet talk'
And give you the big eye
But when the sweet talkin's done

A woman's a-two face, a worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night

Now, the rain's a-fallin', hear the train's a-callin, 'Whooee!'
My mama done tol' me, 'Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' 'cross the trestle, 'Whooee!'

My mama done tol' me, a-whooee, the whooee
Ol' clickety clack's echoin' back th' blues in the night

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The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' and the moon'll hide its light
When you get the blues in the night
And take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind o' song
He knows things are wrong and he's so right

From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds, they might blow
I've been in some big towns and I heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know

A woman's a two face, a worrisome thing
Who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night
Ooh, ooh, my mama was right, there's blues in the night