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  • My Mama Done
    Told Me When
    I Was In Knee-
    Pants, My
    Mama Done
    Told Me, She
    Said Son!
    A Woman Will
    Sweet-Talk
    Ya, She'll
    Give You The
    Big Eye, But
    When That
    Sweet Talkin'
    Is 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
    A Callin',
    Whoo-Ee, Hear
    The Lonesome
    Whistle Blowin' '
    Cross The
    Trestle, Whoo-
    Ee, Whoo-Ee-
    A-Whoo-Ee,
    Ol' Clickety-
    Clack I'm
    Back On The
    Track Of Blues
    In The Night
    The Evening
    Breeze Will
    Start The
    Trees To Cryin'
    And The Moonlight'll
    Hide Its Light,
    When You Get
    The Blues
    In The Night.
    Take My Word,
    The Mockingbird
    He Will Sing
    The Saddest
    Kind Of Song,
    He Knows Things
    Are Wrong
    And He's Right.
    From Natchez
    To Mobile,
    From Memphis
    To St. Joe,
    Wherever The
    Four Winds
    Seem To Blow,
    I've Been
    In Some Big
    Towns And
    I've Heard
    Me Some Big
    Talkin', But
    There Is One
    Thing I Know,
    A Woman's
    A Two-Face,
    She's A Worrisome
    Thing Who'll
    Leave You
    To Sing The
    Blues In The
    Night. (Got A Case Of The Blues In The Night, Don't Know What To Do Blues Every Night...)
  • My Mama Done
    Told Me When
    I Was In Knee-
    Pants, My
    Mama Done
    Told Me, She
    Said Son!
    A Woman Will
    Sweet-Talk
    Ya, She'll
    Give You The
    Big Eye, But
    When That
    Sweet Talkin'
    Is 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
    A Callin',
    Whoo-Ee, Hear
    The Lonesome
    Whistle Blowin' '
    Cross The
    Trestle, Whoo-
    Ee, Whoo-Ee-
    A-Whoo-Ee,
    Ol' Clickety-
    Clack I'm
    Back On The
    Track Of Blues
    In The Night
    The Evening
    Breeze Will
    Start The
    Trees To Cryin'
    And The Moonlight'll
    Hide Its Light,
    When You Get
    The Blues
    In The Night.
    Take My Word,
    The Mockingbird
    He Will Sing
    The Saddest
    Kind Of Song,
    He Knows Things
    Are Wrong
    And He's Right.
    From Natchez
    To Mobile,
    From Memphis
    To St. Joe,
    Wherever The
    Four Winds
    Seem To Blow,
    I've Been
    In Some Big
    Towns And
    I've Heard
    Me Some Big
    Talkin', But
    There Is One
    Thing I Know,
    A Woman's
    A Two-Face,
    She's A Worrisome
    Thing Who'll
    Leave You
    To Sing The
    Blues In The
    Night. (Got A Case Of The Blues In The Night, Don't Know What To Do Blues Every Night...)