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My mama done tol' me, when I was in knee-pants |
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My mama done tol' me, " Son a woman'll sweet talk" |
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And |
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Give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin's done |
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A woman's a two-face, A worrisome thing who'll |
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Leave ya to sing the blues in the night |
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Now the rain's a-fallin', hear the train's a-callin, |
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"Whooee!" |
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(My mama done tol' me) Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, "Whooee!" |
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(My |
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Mama done tol' me) A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back th' blues in the night |
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The |
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Evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' and the moon'll hide its light when you get the blues in |
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The night |
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Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind o' song, he knows things are wrong, |
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And he's right |
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From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe, wherever the four winds blow |
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I been |
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In some big towns an' heard me some big talk, but there is one thing I know |
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A woman's a two-face, a |
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Worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night |
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My mama was right, there's blues in |
