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

este grande azul, hoje um standard, foi escrito pela célebre dupla harold arlen & johnny mercer em mil novecentos e quarenta e um, e destinava-se originalmente a ser cantado num filme. teve entretanto dezenas de interpretações e uma das que mais gosto é esta, de miss melua, que tem um arranjo com ênfase especial no contraste entre voz e harmónica e lhe dá um cunho mais azul.

My mamma done told me,
when I was in pigtails,
My mamma done told me, "Hon,
A man is a two-face,
he'll give you the big eye,
and when the sweet talking's done.
A man is a two-face,
a warrisome thing who'll leave you to sing,
The blues in the night."

Now the rains a-fallin',
hear the trains a-callin', "whooee!"
Hear that lonesome whistle
blowin' across the tresle, "whooee!"
a-whooee-ah-whooee, clickety-clack,
comes echoing back,
The blues in the night.

From Natchez to Mobile,
from Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds blow.
I've been in some big towns
and heard me some big talk,
But there is one thing I know.
A man is a two-face,
a warrisome thing who'll leave you to sing,
The blues in the night.

My mamma done told me,
when I was in pigtails,
My mamma done told me, "Hon,
A man is a two-face,
he'll give you the big eye,
and when the sweet talking's done.
A man is a two-face,
a warrisome thing who'll leave you to sing,
The blues in the night."

My mamma done told me.