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Blues in the Night Video (MV)




Performed By: Bing Crosby
Length: 3:12
Written by: Johnny Mercer, Rube Bloom




Bing Crosby - Blues in the Night Lyrics




My mama done tol' me, when I was in knee-pants
My mama done tol' me, son a woman'll sweet talk
And
Give ya the big eye,
But when the sweet talkin's done
A woman's a two-face,
A worrisome thing who'll
Leave ya to sing the blues in the night

Now the rain's a-fallin',
Hear the train's a-callin,
Whoee!
(my mama done tol' me)
Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, whooee!
(my Mama done tol' me)
A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin'
Back th' blues in the night
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 woman's a two-face,
A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night

My mama was right, there's blues in
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My mama done tol' me, when I was in knee-pants
My mama done tol' me, son a woman'll sweet talk
And
Give ya the big eye,
But when the sweet talkin's done
A woman's a two-face,
A worrisome thing who'll
Leave ya to sing the blues in the night

Now the rain's a-fallin',
Hear the train's a-callin,
Whoee!
(my mama done tol' me)
Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, whooee!
(my Mama done tol' me)
A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin'
Back th' blues in the night
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 woman's a two-face,
A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night

My mama was right, there's blues in
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Writer: Johnny Mercer, Rube Bloom
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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