Blues in the Night - The New Summer Fun Project

My mama done tol' me, When I was in knee pants, My mama done tol' me, Son! A woman'll sweet talk And give ya the big eye; But when the sweet talkin's done, A woman's a two face A worrisome thing Who'll leave ya t'sing The blues in the night Now the rain's a-fallin', Hear the train a-callin' Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me) Hear that lonesome whistle Blowin' 'cross the trestle, Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me) A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol' clickety clack's A-echoin' back the blues in the night The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' And the moon'll hide its light When you get the blues in the night Take my word, the mockin' bird'll Sing the saddest kind o' song He knows things are wrong and he's right From Natchez to Mobile, From Memphis to St. Jo, Wherever the four winds blow, I been in some big towns, An' heard me some big talk, But there is one thing I know A woman's a two face, A worrisome thing Who'll leave ya t'sing the blues in the night. My mama was right, There's blues in the night.

My mama done told me When I was in pig tails My mama done told me "Honey, a man's gonna sweet talk And give you the big eye But when that sweet talkin's done A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing The blues in the night Now the rain is a-fallin' Hear the train a-callin' My mama done told me Hear that lonesome whistle Blowin' 'cross the trestle My mama done told' me Ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back The blues in the night The evenin' breeze'll 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'll the sing The saddest kind of song He knows things are wrong and he's right And from Natchez to Mobil 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 that I know A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing The blues in the night From Natchez to Mobil From Memphis to St. Joe Wherever the four winds blow I've been in some big towns And heard a lot of talking But there is one thing that I know A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing The blues in the night Talking about the blues in the night

My mamma done told me When I was in pigtails My mamma done told me, Hon A man is a two-face He'll give you the big eye And when the sweet talking's done A man is a two-face A worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing The blues in the night Now the rains a-fallin' Hear the trains a-callin', whooee! Hear the lonesome whistle Blowin' across the trestle, whooee A-whooee-ah-whooee, clickety-clack Comes echoing back The blues in the night From Natchez to Mobile 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 man is a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing The blues in the night My mamma done told me When I was in pig tails My mamma done told me, Hon A man is a two-face He'll give you the big eye And when the sweet talking's done A man is a two-face A worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing The blues in the night My mamma done told me

I was dyin' in the dark I was hurtin' in the night I've been losin' to the man Tryin' to make him understand me You know these days get insane Situation goin' grave On my knees in the night Knees in the night Days get insane Situation goin' grave On my knees in the night Knees in the night In the night, in the night In the dark and lonesome night In the night, in the night In the dark and lonesome night In the night, in the night In the dark and lonesome night In the night, in the night In the dark and lonesome night This whole world is just a mess All I do is wait and guess So I'm waitin' on that midnight train Standin' out in the rain Waitin' for my time to come I wish it'd hurry up I know these days get insane Situation goin' graver On my knees in the night Knees in the night Days get insane Situation goin' grave On my knees in the night Knees in the night In the night, in the night In the dark and lonesome night In the night, in the night In the dark and lonesome night In the night, in the night In the dark and lonesome night In the night, in the night In the dark and lonesome night You know these days get insane Situation goin' graver On my knees in the night Knees in the night Days get insane Situation goin' grave On my knees in the night Knees in the night In the night, in the night In the dark and lonesome night In the night, in the night In the dark and lonesome night In the night, in the night In the dark and lonesome night In the dark and lonesome night The dark and lonesome night In the dark and lonesome night

My mama done tol' me When I was in pigtails My mama done tol' me A man's gonna sweet-talk and give you the big eyes But when the sweet-talking's done A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night Now the rain's a-fallin' Hear the train a-callin, "whoo-ee!" My mama done tol' me Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, "whoo-ee!" My mama done tol' me A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's A-echoin' back th' blues in the night The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' And the moon'll hide it's light When you get the blues in the night Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind o' song He knows things are wrong, and he's right From Natchez to mobile, From Memphis to St. Joe Wherever the four winds blow I been in some big towns An' heard me some big talk But there is one thing I know A man's a two-face, a worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' And the moon'll hide it's light When you get the blues in the night Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind o' song He knows things are wrong, and he's right From Natchez to mobile, From Memphis to St. Joe Wherever the four winds blow I been in some big towns An' heard me some big talk But there is one thing I know A man's a two-face, a worrisome thing Who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night Yes the lonely, lonely blues in the night

Queen of the surfer girls She's got stars in her eyes and knobs on her knees now Her crazy grass shift really sways in the breeze now Ridin' down a heavy, you're lyin' in the sand She's the hippest surfer girl in the land And she's my Honolulu Lulu She's my Honolulu Lulu Queen of the surfer girls Well, she handles all the big ones every year in Macaja And all the surfers know her from Ricaud to Baja When the beach is quiet and you know we're out of luck We pray for surf while making out in our truck And she's my Honolulu Lulu She's my Honolulu Lulu Queen of the surfer girls Just me and Honolulu Lulu Me and Honolulu Lulu Queen of the surfer girls Yeah, she's my Honolulu Lulu Yeah, my Honolulu Lulu Queen of the surfer girls I tell you once upon a time, you know she got a little bold When she tried to hook a spinner but her wax wouldn't hold Over the falls 'stead of hangin' 10 But then she'd paddle out and try it again But she's my Honolulu Lulu She's my Honolulu Lulu Queen of the surfer girls Ooh, ooh

The O'kaysions Miscellaneous Girl Watcher Girl Watcher The O'Kaysions (Buck Trail/Wayne Pittman) Chorus: I'm a girl watcher, I'm a girl watcher... Watchin' girls go by, hey, my my I'm a girl watcher, I'm a girl watcher... Here comes one now I was just a boy when I threw away my toys And found a new pastime to dwell on Whenever I detects them there of the other sex I play the game I do so well on [Repeat chorus] Mumble something tell my my, but you do look swell Could you please walk a little slower Wonder if you know that you're putting on a show Could you please walk a little closer