Lyrics Midnight Blues - T‐Bone Walker

Well, the clock is strikin' twelve, somebody's got to go
Well, the clock is strikin' twelve, somebody's got to go
Gee but I'm going to miss ya, baby, this is one thing I'm sure you know

When it's twelve o'clock in Memphis it's one o'clock in San Antone
When it's twelve o'clock in Memphis it's one o'clock in San Antone
When it's midnight in California I'll be so all alone

Midnight is an awful hour, why does it come so soon?
Midnight is an awful hour, why does it come so soon?
It never bring me happiness, it always leave me filled with gloom

Don't ever gamble buddy unless you're sure that you can't lose
Don't ever gamble buddy unless you're sure that you can't lose
You better take my advise unless you want this midnight blues

Put it away