Blues In The Night [My Mama Done Tol’ Me] - Cab Calloway & His Orchestra

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-talkYeah!

And give you de glad-eyes, Ah, ahh.

But when that sweet-talk is done: Keep on a- talkin.

A womans a two-faced

A worrisome thing

Wholl leave you to sing the blues… The blues…

In the night.

Yes, in the night.

Now the rains a-fallin,

Hear the train a-callin -Oohee…

My momma done tol me.

Oh…

Hey, that lonesome whistles

Blowin cross the trestle.

Oohee…

My momma done tol me.

Hey, ahooee — 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.

Its 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 womans a-two-faced —

A worrisome thing

Wholl 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.