Blues In The Night
Judy Garland Lyrics

My mama done tol' me, when I was in pigtails
My mother told me when I was young and innocent and didn't know any better

My mama done tol' me, " Hon, a man's gonna sweet talk"
My mother warned me that men will say sweet things to me

And give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin's done
And they will give you an intense look, but after they say their sweet things

A man is a two-face, A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night
Men can pretend to be one way, but they are really another, and they will eventually leave you feeling sad and alone

Now the rain's a-fallin', hear the train's a-callin, "Whooee!"
Now it's starting to rain and you can hear a train whistle blowing in the distance

(My mama done tol' me) Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle,
(My mother warned me that) I can hear that lonely train whistle blowing across the bridge

"Whooee!" (My mama done tol' me) A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back
"Whooee!" (My mother warned me that) I can hear the old train tracks making a clicking and clacking noise

The blues in the night
All these sounds make me feel sad and remind me of the blues

The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
The evening breeze will make the trees sway and look like they're crying

And the moon'll hide it's light
The moon will disappear and it will become dark and gloomy outside

When you get the blues in the night
When you feel sad and alone, everything becomes dark and gloomy

Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind of song
Trust me, the mockingbird will sing the most mournful song you've ever heard

He knows things are wrong, and he's right
The mockingbird knows that something is not right and he is absolutely correct

From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe, wherever the four winds blow
From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe, wherever the wind takes me

I been in some big towns an' heard me some big talk, but there is one thing I know
I've been to some large cities and heard some bold statements, but there is one thing I am certain of

A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night
Men can be deceitful and will leave you feeling sad and alone, like you have the blues in the night

My mama was right, there's blues in the night
My mother was correct, feeling sad and alone is like having the blues in the night