In the Stil of the Night
Artie Shaw and His Orchestra Lyrics


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My mama done tol' me
When I was in knee pants
My mama done tol' me

"Son, a woman'll sweet talk
And give ya the glad eye
But when the sweet talkin's done
A woman's a two face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave ya t'sing
The blues in the night"

Now the rain's a fallin'
Hear the train a collin'
Whoo-ee

My mama done tol' me
Hear dat lonesome whistle
Blowin' cross the trestle, whoo-ee

My mama done tol' me
A whoo-ee duh whoo-ee, 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 its light
When you get the blues in the night

Take my word, the mockin' bird'll
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 blow

I been in some big towns
An' heard me some big talk
But there is some thing I know

A woman's a two face
A worrisome thing




Who'll leave ya t'sing
The blues in the night

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Artie Shaw’s “Blues in the Night” reveal a mother’s warning to her son of the dangers of woman’s deceitfulness. The mother’s advice echoes throughout the verses as the singer narrates his experiences and what he knows about life from Natchez to Memphis. The song's titular phrase is used frequently to emphasize the deep feelings of sadness and despair that come with a heartbreak, particularly at nighttime. The song conjures up imagery of blues, loneliness, and despair, enhanced by the sound of rain falling and trains colliding, making the listener feel the pain and sorrow of the singer.


The song was composed by Harold Arlen in 1941 with lyrics by Johnny Mercer, one of the most remarkable and productive collaborations of the era. It became a hit especially after the performance by the legendary Jimmy Lunceford and His Orchestra. Notable versions of the song have been performed by Woody Herman, Dinah Shore, Rosemary Clooney, and Ella Fitzgerald. The song was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 1999.


Line by Line Meaning

My mama done tol' me
My mother has informed me


When I was in knee pants
When I was a young boy


Son, a woman'll sweet talk
Son, a woman may flatter you with kind words


And give ya the glad eye
And seduce you with her gaze


But when the sweet talkin's done
However, when her sweet talking is finished


A woman's a two face
A woman has two different personalities


A worrisome thing
This is a concerning matter


Who'll leave ya t'sing
She'll make you sing


The blues in the night
The sounds of sadness and melancholy


Now the rain's a fallin'
Currently, there is some rainfall


Hear the train a collin'
Listen to that train rumbling


My mama done tol' me
My mother has informed me


Hear dat lonesome whistle
Hear that forlorn whistle


Blowin' cross the trestle, whoo-ee
Echoing throughout the bridge


A whoo-ee duh whoo-ee, ol' clickety clack's
A mournful echo of the train's wheels


A echoin' back th' blues in the night
Reverberating the sounds of sadness and melancholy


The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
The gentle breeze in the evening elicits cries from the trees


And the moon'll hide its light
The moon will cease shining its brightness


When you get the blues in the night
When overcome by depression, loneliness and difficulty


Take my word, the mockin' bird'll
Believe me, the mockingbird will


Sing the saddest kind of song
Sing the most sorrowful tune


He knows things are wrong and he's right
He is aware of things that are not right and that realization is not wrong.


From Natchez to Mobile
From Natchez to Mobile


From Memphis to St. Joe
From Memphis to St. Joe


Wherever the four winds blow
Wherever the four winds take me


I been in some big towns
I have visited big cities


An' heard me some big talk
I've heard a lot of boasting


But there is some thing I know
However, there is something I am certain of


A woman's a two face
A woman can have two opposite sides to her personality


A worrisome thing
This can be a bothersome matter


Who'll leave ya t'sing
And make you sing


The blues in the night
The sounds of sorrowful melodies at night




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Harold Arlen, Johnny Mercer

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