Текст Eva Cassidy – Blues In The Night

My mama done tol’ me,
When I was in knee pants,
My mama done tol’ me,
Son! A woman’ll sweet talk

Now the rain’s a fallin’,
Hear the train a collin’
Whoo-ee (my mama done tol’ me)
Hear dat lonesome whistle
Blowin’ cross the trestle,
Whoo-ee (my mama done tol’ me)
A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, 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 mockin’ bird’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