Blues In The Night
Rosemary ClooneyVersion1
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My mama done tol' me, when I was in kneepants,
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 t' sing
The blues in the night."
Now the rain's a-fallin', hear the train a-callin',
"Whoo-ee." (My mama done tol' me,)
Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle,
"Whoo-ee." (My mama done tol' me.)
A whoo-ee-duh whoo-ee,
Ol' clickety clack's a-echoin' back the blues in the night.
The evening breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
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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 of song,
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He knows things are wrong, and he's right.
From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to Saint Joe,
Wherever the four winds blow;
I've been in some big towns and 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 t' sing
The blues in the night.
Oooo - oooo - oooo, oooo - oooo - oooo,
My mama was right, there's blues in the night.
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Readable chord sheet for Blues In The Night by Rosemary Clooney
[A]My mama done tol' me, when I was in kneepants, My mama done tol' me, "S[A7]on, A wo[D7]man'll sweet talk, and give ya the big eye, But w[B7]hen the s[E7]weet talkin's d[A]one, A wom[E7]an's a two-face, a[Am7] worrisome thing who'll l[E7]eave ya t' sing The bl[A]ues [D9] in the ni[A]ght." [A7]Now the rain's a-fallin', h[E7]ear the t[Am7]rain a-[D7]callin', "W[A]hoo-ee." (My mama done tol' me,) Hea[D9]r that lonesome whistle [Dm6]blowin' 'cross the t[E7]restle, "W[A]hoo-ee." (My mama done tol' me.) A w[E7]hoo-ee-duh whoo-ee, Ol' c[B7]lickety clack's a-ec[E7]hoin' back the bl[A]ues [D9] in the n[A]ight. The evening [D9]breeze'll start the [Dm6]trees to cryin' [E7] [C7] [B]+ [F#7-5] [Am6] [B7] [E7] [Dm6] [E7] And the moon'll hide it's light when you get the blues in the night; Ta[D9]ke my word, the mockingb[Dm6]ird'll s[E7]ing the s[C7]addest kind of so[B]ng, [F#m7]-5 [Am6] [B7] [E7] [Dm6] [Gm6] [E7] He knows things are wrong, and he's right. From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to Saint Joe, Wherever the four winds blow; I've been in some big towns and 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 t' sing The blues in the night. [A]Oooo - oooo - o[A7]ooo, oo[B7]oo - oooo - o[E7]ooo, My m[B7]ama was right, there's[E7sus4] blues in the n[A]ight.