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My mama done told me when I was in pig tails |
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My mama done told me, "Woman |
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A man's gonna sweet talk and give you the big eye |
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But when the sweet talking's done" |
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"A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing |
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Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night" |
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Now the rain's a fallin', hear the train's a callin' whooee |
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My mama done told me |
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Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, whooee |
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My mama done told me a whooee a whooee |
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Ol' clickety clack's a echoin' back the blues in the nigh&116 |
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The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' |
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And the moon'll hide its light |
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When you get the blues in the night |
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Take my word, the mocking bird'll sing |
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The saddest kind of song |
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He knows things are wrong and he's right |
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From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe |
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Wherever the four winds blow |
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I've been in some big towns and heard me some big talk |
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But there is one thing I know |
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A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing |
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Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night |
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My mama was right |
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There's blues in the night |
