Eva Cassidy - Blues In The Night |
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Blues In The Night
Eva Cassidy My mama done tol me, When I was in knee pants, My mama done tol me, Son! A womanll sweet talk And give ya the big eye; But when the sweet talkins done, A womans a two face A worrisome thing Wholl leave ya tsing The blues in the night Now the rains a fallin, Hear the train a collin WhooHear dat lonesome whistle Blowin cross the trestle, WhooA whooA echoin back th blues in the night The evenin breezell start the trees to cryin And the moonll hide its light When you get the blues in the night Take my word, the mockin birdll Sing the saddest kind o song He knows things are wrong and hes right From Natchez to Mobile, From Memphis to St. Joe, Wherever the four winds blow, I been in some big towns, An heard me some big talk, But there is one thing I know A womans a two face, A worrisome thing Wholl leave ya tsing the blues in the night My mama was right, theres blues in the night |
