| 歌曲 | Blues In The Night |
| 歌手 | Frank Sinatra |
| 专辑 | Frank Sinatra Sings For Only The Lonely |
| Lyrics：Johnny Mercer Music：Harold Arlen Arranger：Nelson Riddle | |
| My mama done tol' me, when I was in knee-pants | |
| 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 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 woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night | |
| My mama was right, there's blues in the night. |
| Lyrics: Johnny Mercer Music: Harold Arlen Arranger: Nelson Riddle | |
| 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 twoface, A worrisome thing who' ll leave ya to sing the blues in the night | |
| Now the rain' s afallin', hear the train' s acallin, ' Whooee!' | |
| My mama done tol' me Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' ' cross the trestle, ' Whooee!' | |
| My mama done tol' me Awhooeeahwhooee ol' clicketyclack' s aechoin' 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 woman' s a twoface, a worrisome thing who' ll leave ya to sing the blues in the night | |
| My mama was right, there' s blues in the night. |