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My mama done told me,
When I was in pig tails,
My mama done told me hon ,
A man's gonna sweet talk
And give you the big eye;
But when the sweet talkin's done,
A man is a two face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you sing,
The blues in the night
Now the rains a fallin'
Hear that train a callin
Whoo-ee
Hear that lonesome whistle
Calling cross the trestle
A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, clickety clack
Echoin back the blues in the night
The evening breeze will start the trees to cryin'
And the Moonlight hides his light
When you get the blues in the night
Take my word, the mockin bird will
Sing the saddest, saddest kinda 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've been to the big towns,
An I heard me some big talk ,
But there is one thing I know,
A man is a two face,
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing' the blues in the night
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"Rosemary Clooney, an American musical treasure
and one of the best friends a song ever had."
1928-2002
Page by Shurls 09/23 /05
