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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Artie Shaw and His Orchestra
Artie Shaw and His Orchestra
Performer
Hot Lips Page
Hot Lips Page
Trumpet
Artie Shaw
Artie Shaw
Clarinet
Lee Castle
Lee Castle
Trumpet
Steve Lipkins
Steve Lipkins
Trumpet
Max Kaminsky
Max Kaminsky
Trumpet
Ray Conniff
Ray Conniff
Trombone
Jack Jenney
Jack Jenney
Trombone
Morey Samuel
Morey Samuel
Trombone
Charlie DiMaggio
Charlie DiMaggio
Alto Saxophone
Les Robinson
Les Robinson
Alto Saxophone
Georgie Auld
Georgie Auld
Tenor Saxophone
Mickey Folus
Mickey Folus
Tenor Saxophone
Arthur Baker
Arthur Baker
Baritone Saxophone
Johnny Guarnieri
Johnny Guarnieri
Piano
Mike Bryan
Mike Bryan
Guitar
Eddie McKinney
Eddie McKinney
Bass
Dave Tough
Dave Tough
Drums
Alex Beller
Alex Beller
Violin
Max Berman
Max Berman
Violin
Truman Boardman
Truman Boardman
Violin
Bill Ehrenkranz
Bill Ehrenkranz
Violin
Leo Persner
Leo Persner
Violin
Raoul Poliakine
Raoul Poliakine
Violin
Leonard Posner
Leonard Posner
Violin
Irving Raymond
Irving Raymond
Violin
Bernard Tinterow
Bernard Tinterow
Violin
Leonard Atkins
Leonard Atkins
Viola
Morris Kohn
Morris Kohn
Viola
Sam Rosenblum
Sam Rosenblum
Viola
Fred Goerner
Fred Goerner
Cello
Ed Sodero
Ed Sodero
Cello
George Taliarkin
George Taliarkin
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harold Arlen
Harold Arlen
Composer
Johnny Mercer
Johnny Mercer
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ooh-eee, ooh-eee
Ooh-eee, ooh-eee
[Verse 2]
My mama done told me
When I was in knee pants
My mama done told me
Son,
A woman'll sweet talk
And give ya the glad eye
But when the sweet talkin's done
A woman's a two-face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave ya to sing the blues
In the night
[Verse 3]
Now, the rain is fallin'
Hear the train a-callin'
Ooh-eee, my mama done told me
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' cross the trestle
Ooh-eee, my mama done told me
A ooh-eee-da-ooh-eee
Ol' clickety-clack, echoin' back blues
In the night
[Verse 4]
The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon will hide it's light
When you get the blues in the night
[Verse 5]
Take my word, the mockingbird'll
Sing the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong
And he's right
[Verse 6]
From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds blow
I been in some big towns
And heard me some big talk
But there's something I know
A woman's a two-face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave ya to sing the blues
In the night
Written by: Harold Arlen, Johnny Mercer
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