Blues In The Night (My Mama Done Tol` Me — текст песни (Ella Fitzgerald)

My mama done tol` me, when I was in pig tails
My mama done tol` me, " Child a man`ll sweet talk"
And
give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin`s done
A man is 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,
"Whooee!"
(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 its 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 is a two-face, a
worrisome thing who`ll leave ya to sing the blues in the night