Blues In The Night

Blues In The Night
music by Harold Arlen (center)
lyric by Johnny Mercer (top right)

My momma done tol' me when I was in knee pants/pigtails,

My momma done tol' me, son/hon!

A woman'll/man's gonna sweet talk, and give ya the big eye,

But when the sweet talkin's done

A woman's/man is a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya t' sing

The blues in the night,

Now the rain's a-fallin', hear the train a-callin', whoo-ee,

My momma done tol' me.

Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, whoo-ee,

My momma done tol' me, a-whoo-ee duh whoo-ee,

Ol' clickety-clack's echoin' back th' blues in the night,

The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' and the moon'll hide its light,

When you get the blues in the night.

Take my word, the mockin' bird'll sing the saddest kind o' song,

He knows things are wrong and he's 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 woman's/man is a two-face,

A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night.

My momma was right, there's blues in the night.