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My momma done told me When I was in pigtails My momma done told me, hon A man's gonna sweet-talk And give you the glad eye But when that sweet-talkin's done A man is a two-faced, a worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the nightNow the rain's a fallin' Hear the trains a-callin' hooey My momma done told me Hear that lonesome whistle Blowing across the trestle, hooey My momma done tole me, a-hooey, a-hooey Old clickety clack is echoing back the blues in the nightThe evenin' breeze will start the trees to praying And the moon will dim its light When you hear the blues in the nightMark my word the mockingbird Will sing the saddest kind of song He knows things are wrong And he's rightLa ha ha ha-a La ha ha-a From Natchez to Mobile BRFrom Memphis to St. Joe BRWherever the four winds blow BRI've been to some big towns BRI've heard me some big talk BRBut there is one thing I know BRA man is a two-faced, a worrisome thing BRWho'll leave you to sing the blues in the night BR BRLa ha ha-a BRLa ha ha-a BRMy momma done told me there's blues in the night BR |
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Seems like dreams like I always had
Could be, should be, making me glad Why am I blue? It's up to you' to explain' I'm thinking maybe'baby'I'll go away Someday someway You'll come and say It's you I need'and you'll be pleading' in vain' It had to be you It had to be you I wondered around And finally found'somebody who Could make me be true'. Could make me feel blue And even be glad, just to be sad, Thinking of you Some others I've seen might never be mean Might never be cross, or try to be boss But they wouldn't do' For nobody else'gives me a thrill With all your faults dear I love you still It had to be you Wonderful you It had to be you (Humming melody) For nobody else gave me a thrill With all your faults dear, I love you still It had to be you Wonderful you It had to be you |
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I'll walk alone,
because to tell you the truth, I'll be lonely. I don't mind being lonely, when my heart tells me, you are lonely, too. I'll walk alone, they'll ask me why, and I'll tell them I'd rather. There are dreams I must gather dreams we fashioned the night you held me tight. I'll always be near you, wherever you are, each night In every pray. Just whisper, I'll hear you, no matter how far. So, close your eyes, and I'll be there. Please walk alone, but send your love, and your kisses to guide me. Till you're walking beside me, I'll walk alone. Darling, all by myself, I'll walk alone. |
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(Spoken:) A western ranch is just a branch of Nowhere Junction to me.
Give me the city where living's pretty and the gals wear finery. East is east and west is west And the wrong one I have chose Let's go where I'll keep on wearin' Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows Rings and things and buttons and bows Don't bury me in this prairie Take me where the cement grows Let's move down to some big town Where they love a gal by the cut o' her clothes And I'll stand out In buttons and bows I'll love you in buckskin Or skirts that I've homespun But I'll love ya' longer, stronger where Yer friends don't tote a gun My bones denounce the buckboard bounce And the cactus hurts my toes Let's vamoose where gals keep usin' Those silks and satins and linen that shows And I'm all yours in buttons and bows Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes And French perfume that rocks the room And I'm all yours in buttons and bows |
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