Van morrison blues in the night (my mama done tol' me) lyrics

(Harold Arlen / Johnny Mercer)



My mama done tol' me

When I was in knee pants

My mama done told me, son

A woman will sweet talk

And give you the big eye

But when that sweet talk is done

A woman's a two-face

A woman's something that would leave to sing the blues in the night



Now the rain is falling

Hear the train a-calling

Doo-wee

Hear the lonesome whistle

Blowing across the trestle

Doo-wee

Doo-wee-da-doo-dee

A crickety crack go echoing back the blues in the night



Evening breeze will start

Trees to crying in the

Oh, and the moon will hide its light

When you get the blues in the night



So take my word

Or the mocking bird

Will sing a sadder kind of song

Maybe he knows things

He knows things can go wrong



From Natchez to Mobile

From Memphis to Saint Joe

Wherever the four winds blow

I've been to some big towns

Had me some big talk

But there is one thing I know

A woman's a two-face

A worrisome thing that'll leave you to sing the blues in the night