She never sang this to me...

...because it was a reality she couldn't deal with, but my man Frank Sinatra did, and I'm diggin' it again tonight. The combination of Frank's voice and Harold Arlen's tune and lyrics is perfect....

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 big eye, but when the sweet talkin's done
a woman's 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 a-callin, "Whooee!"
(My mama done tol' me)
Hear dat lonesome whistle
blowin' 'cross the trestle, "Whooee!"
(My mama done tol' me)
A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's echoin' back the blues in the night

The evenin' breeze will start the trees to cryin'
and the moon will hide its light
when you get the blues in the night

Take my word, that mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind of song,
he knows things are wrong, and he's so right

From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe,
Wherever the four winds they might blow
I been in some big towns an' heard me some big talk,
But there is one thing I know

A woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing
Who'll leave ya to sing

the blues in the night

My mama was right, there's blues
in the night.