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', oooo-ee
Hear the lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, oooo-ee
Oooo-ee-a-oooo-ee, ol' clickety-clack
Comes echoing back the blues in the night

The evening breeze will start the trees to cryin'
And the moonlight will 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
It's all because of you

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BLUES IN THE NIGHT,  Harold Arlen 1905 - 1986

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Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin' my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp they're beginnin' to boil

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's nobody's fault

I don't know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
How it got here I haven't a clue

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my fault
(But I know this is somebody's fault).

"MISSING" VERSE: Old men in tank tops
Cruising the gift shops
They're checking out Chiquita's down by the shore
They dream about weight loss
Wish they could be their own boss
Those three day vacations become  such a bore
(...This could be my fault)

I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's my own damn fault
Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know it's my own damn fault

Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffett 1946 -

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