歌曲 | Blues in the Night |
歌手 | Ella Fitzgerald |
专辑 | Love Ella |
Lyrics:Johnny Mercer Music:Harold Arlen | |
My mama done told me when I was in knee-pants, | |
My mama done told me, she said Son! | |
A woman will sweet-talk ya, she'll give you the big eye, | |
But when that sweet talkin' is 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 a callin', whoo-ee, | |
Hear the lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, whoo-ee, | |
Whoo-ee-a-whoo-ee, ol' clickety-clack | |
I'm back on the track of Blues In The Night | |
The evening breeze will start the trees to cryin' | |
And the moonlight'll hide its light, | |
When you get the Blues In The Night. | |
Take my word, the mockingbird | |
He will sing the saddest kind of song, | |
He knows things are wrong and he's right. | |
From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe, | |
Wherever the four winds seem to blow, | |
I've been in some big towns and I've heard me some big talkin', | |
But there is one thing I know, | |
A woman's a two-face, she's a worrisome thing | |
Who'll leave you to sing the Blues In The Night. | |
(Got a case of the Blues In The Night, don't know what to do | |
Blues every night...) |
Lyrics: Johnny Mercer Music: Harold Arlen | |
My mama done told me when I was in kneepants, | |
My mama done told me, she said Son! | |
A woman will sweettalk ya, she' ll give you the big eye, | |
But when that sweet talkin' is done | |
A woman' s a twoface, a worrisome thing | |
Who' ll leave ya to sing the Blues In The Night. | |
Now the rain' s a fallin', hear the train a callin', whooee, | |
Hear the lonesome whistle blowin' ' cross the trestle, whooee, | |
Whooeeawhooee, ol' clicketyclack | |
I' m back on the track of Blues In The Night | |
The evening breeze will start the trees to cryin' | |
And the moonlight' ll hide its light, | |
When you get the Blues In The Night. | |
Take my word, the mockingbird | |
He will sing the saddest kind of song, | |
He knows things are wrong and he' s right. | |
From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe, | |
Wherever the four winds seem to blow, | |
I' ve been in some big towns and I' ve heard me some big talkin', | |
But there is one thing I know, | |
A woman' s a twoface, she' s a worrisome thing | |
Who' ll leave you to sing the Blues In The Night. | |
Got a case of the Blues In The Night, don' t know what to do | |
Blues every night... |