| Song | Blues In the Night |
| Artist | Ella Fitzgerald |
| Album | Sings the Harold Arlen Song Book |
| Lyrics:Johnny Mercer Music:Harold Arlen | |
| My mama done told me when I was in knee-pants, | |
| My mama done told me, she said Son! | |
| A woman will sweet-talk ya, she'll give you the big eye, | |
| But when that sweet talkin' is 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', whoo-ee, | |
| Hear the lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, whoo-ee, | |
| Whoo-ee-a-whoo-ee, ol' clickety-clack | |
| I'm back on the track of Blues In The Night | |
| The evening breeze will start the trees to cryin' | |
| And the moonlight'll hide its light, | |
| When you get the Blues In The Night. | |
| Take my word, the mockingbird | |
| He will 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 seem to blow, | |
| I've been in some big towns and I've heard me some big talkin', | |
| But there is one thing I know, | |
| A woman's a two-face, she's a worrisome thing | |
| Who'll leave you to sing the Blues In The Night. | |
| (Got a case of the Blues In The Night, don't know what to do | |
| Blues every night...) |
| Lyrics: Johnny Mercer Music: Harold Arlen | |
| My mama done told me when I was in kneepants, | |
| My mama done told me, she said Son! | |
| A woman will sweettalk ya, she' ll give you the big eye, | |
| But when that sweet talkin' is done | |
| A woman' s a twoface, 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, | |
| Hear the lonesome whistle blowin' ' cross the trestle, whooee, | |
| Whooeeawhooee, ol' clicketyclack | |
| I' m back on the track of Blues In The Night | |
| The evening breeze will start the trees to cryin' | |
| And the moonlight' ll hide its light, | |
| When you get the Blues In The Night. | |
| Take my word, the mockingbird | |
| He will 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 seem to blow, | |
| I' ve been in some big towns and I' ve heard me some big talkin', | |
| But there is one thing I know, | |
| A woman' s a twoface, she' s a worrisome thing | |
| Who' ll leave you to sing the Blues In The Night. | |
| Got a case of the Blues In The Night, don' t know what to do | |
| Blues every night... |