Karel Gott | Pjesme | Blues In The Night
godina: 1963
vrijeme: 3:27
glazba: Harold Arlen
text: Johny Mercer
orkestar, hor: Karel Vlach
studio: Strahov
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 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,
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