Blues In The Night (with Frank DeVol & His Orchestra)

My mama done tol' me
 When I was in pigtails
 My mama done tol' me
 A man's gonna sweet-talk and give you the big eyes
 But when the sweet-talking's done
 A man is 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 a-callin, "whoo-ee!"
 My mama done tol' me
 Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, "whoo-ee!"
 My mama done tol' me
 A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's
 A-echoin' back th' blues in the night
 Refrain:
 The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
 And the moon'll hide it's light
 When you get the blues in the night
 Take my word, the mockingbird'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 man's a two-face, a worrisome thing
 Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night
 Refrain
 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 man's a two-face, a worrisome thing
 Who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night
 Yes the lonely, lonely blues in the night