22 fevereiro 2016







este azul já por aqui apareceu, mas hoje recordei-o, pela voz incomparável da grande ella.



My mama done tol' me when I was in pigtails

My mama done tol' me, "Hon,

A man's gonna sweet talk and give ya the big eye

But when the sweet talkin's done
A man is 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 tol' me

Hear that lonesome whistle

Blowin' 'cross the trestle, whooee!
My mama done tol' me, a-whooee-ah-whooee

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 it's light

When you get the blues in the night
Take my word, the mockingbird'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 to some big towns an' heard me some big talk

But there is one thing I know
That a man's a two-face

A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing

The blues in the night






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