paroles de chanson Blues In the Night (1961 Version) - Ella Fitzgerald

My mama done told me, when I was in pigtails
My mama done told me, uhm
A man's gonna sweet-talk and give you the big eye
But when the sweet-talkin'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', "Ooh-ooh-wee!"
My mama done told me, hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' 'cross the trestle, "Ooh-ooh-wee!"

My mama done told me, a-ooh-wee-da-ooh-wee
Ol' clickety-clack's sending echoin' back the 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 of song
He knows things are wrong, and he's right
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

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 you to sing the blues, singing in the night

The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon'll hide its light
When you get the blues, 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, 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 you to sing the blues in the night
Yes, lonely, lonely blues in the night