(Harold Arlen / Johnny Mercer)
My mama done tol' me
When I was a little

My mama done told me, son
A woman will sweet talk
And give you the big eye

But when that sweet talk is done
A woman's a two faced
A woman's something that would leave you singing the blues in

the night

Now the rain is falling

Heaven can hear you calling
Doo wee
Heaven blows the lonesome whistle

Blowing across the threshhold
Doo wee
Doo wee ta too tee

A crickety crack go wickety wack the blues in the night

Evening breeze will start

Trees that crying in the
All in the world wood haunted slide
When you get the blues in the night


So take my word
Or the mocking bird

Will sing a sadder kind of song
Maybe he knows things
He knows things can go wrong


A match is a maybe
Love is the same job

Whenever the four winds blow
I've been to some big town
Had me some big town

But there is one thing I know
A woman's a two faced
A woman's something that would leave you singing the blues in

the night
Blues in the night