Paroles:
Blues Mama

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

(Harold Arlen / Johnny Mercer) My mama done tol' me When I was a little My mama done told me, son A woman will sweet talk And give you the big eye But

Here's my philosophy Livin' in a penitentiary Brothers all on the corner Tryin' to make believe Turn around ain't got no pot to pee Make me mad when I

Nothin' can save ya Nothin', can save ya Nothin' can save ya Just throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care Keep 'em there, yo

can choose. Yeah, your mama's behind bars; Most of your family's in there too. They hear you strumming on your guitar, Playin' those your mama's behind bars blues

snow Blues for mama Blues for mama She went away only yesterday I couldn't help, what can I say? Blues for mama Blues for mama Blues for mama Blues

Work me Lord, work me Lord, please don't you leave me I feel so useless down here with no one to love Though I've looked everywhere And I can't find me

Well, I laid down last night and I turned my TV on You know I laid down last night, I turned my TV on You know as I get old, people But I believe my tube

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