My mama done told me,
when I was a knee -pants.
My mama done told me, son,
a woman'll sweet -talk
and give you the big eye.
But when the sweet talking's done,
a wo man's a two -faced,
a worrisome thing,
who'll leave you to sing the blues
in the night?
Now the rain is fallin',
hear the train a -callin', hoo -wee
My momma done told me,
hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' cross the trestle, hoo -wee
My momma done told me,
hoo -wee to hoo -wee
Oh, clickety -clack is echoing back
The blues in the night
The evening 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, the mockingbird will sing
the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong,
an d he's right
From Natchez to Moby,
from Memphis to St. Joe
wherever the four winds blow
I've been
in some big towns
and heard me some big talk
but there is one thing
I know a woman's a two -faced
a worrisome thing
who leave you to sing the
blues in the
My, my mama was right
There's blues in the night
Buddy Rich going all out
on one of his unique song stylings,
Blues in the Night.
And now let's focus the spotlight
on another talented vocalist.
Only this one is a charmer,
pretty, petite and perky, Peggy King.
Greetings, everybody.
Hi, Jimmy. Hi, Harry.
Gee, Harry,
that golden trumpet of yours
is really all shined up.
Almost hurts my eyes to look at it.
What's up?
Well, I figured if you were going to sing
Swing Low, Sweet Chariot,
the least I could do would be to get the old
horn in respectable shape.
You all set and raring to go?
Let us do the song.
Okay, Peg.
Take over the hall.