Idioma Origen:
My mama done tol' me, when I was in pig tails
My mama done tol' me, Child a man'll sweet talk
And
give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin's done
A man is 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's 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 a-echoin' back th' blues in the night
The
evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' and the moon'll hide its light when you get the blues in
the night
Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind o' song, he knows things are wrong,
and he's right
From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe, wherever the four winds blow
I been
in some big towns an' heard me some big talk, but there is one thing I know
A man is a two-face, a
worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night
Idioma Destino:
My mama done tol' me, when I was in pig tails
My mama done tol' me, Child a man'll sweet talk
And
give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin's done
A man is 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's 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 a-echoin' back th' blues in the night
The
evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' and the moon'll hide its light when you get the blues in
the night
Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind o' song, he knows things are wrong,
and he's right
From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe, wherever the four winds blow
I been
in some big towns an' heard me some big talk, but there is one thing I know
A man is a two-face, a
worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night