Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra
Vocals
Larry Walsh
Larry Walsh
Remixer
Nelson Riddle
Nelson Riddle
Conductor
Felix Slatkin
Felix Slatkin
Conductor
Bill Miller
Bill Miller
Piano
Gus Bivona
Gus Bivona
Alto Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harold Arlen
Harold Arlen
Composer
Johnny Mercer
Johnny Mercer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Larry Walsh
Larry Walsh
Studio Personnel
Dave Cavanaugh
Dave Cavanaugh
Producer

Lyrics

My mama done told me When I was in knee-pants My mama done told 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's a-callin, "Whooee!" My mama done told me Hear that lonesome whistle Blowin' 'cross the trestle, "Whooee!" My mama done told me A-whooee-ah-whooee Ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back The blues in the night The evenin' breeze will start the trees to cryin' And the moon will hide its light When you get the blues in the night And take my word The mockingbird'll sing The saddest kind of song He knows things are wrong And he's so right From Natchez to Mobile From Memphis to St. Joe Wherever the four winds they might blow I've been in some big towns And I 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, hmm, hmm My mama was right There's blues in the night
Writer(s): Johnny Mercer, Harold Arlen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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