Текст песни Blues in the Night — Cab Calloway

My momma done tol' me When I was in knee-pants
My momma done tol' me, «Son, What did she tell you?
A woman gon' sweet-talk Yeah!
And give you de glad-eyes, Ah, ahh.
But when that sweet-talk is done: Keep on a- talkin'.
A woman’s a two-faced
A worrisome thing
Who’ll leave you to sing the blues… The blues…
In the night.» Yes, in the night.
Now the rain’s a-fallin',
Hear the train a-callin' - Oohee…
My momma done tol' me. Oh…
Hey, that lonesome whistle’s
Blowin' ‘cross the trestle. Oohee…
My momma done tol' me. Hey, ahooee — ahooee!
A clickety-clackin'
And echoin' back at the blues…
In the night.
The evenin' breeze — The stars —
The trees a-cryin' and the moon
‘ll hide its light
When you get the blues
In the night. It’s really tough to get the blues in the night.
Take my word:
The mockingbird
Sings the saddest kind of song;
He knows things are wrong —
And he’s right. Yes, he’s right to sing the blues in the night.
From Natchez to Mobile;
From Memphis to St. Joe;
Wherever the four winds blow; They blow everywhere!
I been in some big towns, Yeah!
And I done heard me some big talk, Ahh, ahh…
But there’s one thing I know: Keep a-talkin'.
A woman’s a-two-faced —
A worrisome thing
Who’ll leave you to sing the blues… The blues
In the night. Yes, in the night.
A woman will leave you singin' the blues.
I know she will —
My momma was right:
The blues in the night.