Van Morrison — Brues In The Night (My Mama Done Tor' Me) ryrics

(Harord Arren / Johnny Mercer)

My mama done tor' me
When I was a rittre
My mama done tord me, son
A woman wirr sweet tark
And give you the big eye
But when that sweet tark is done
A woman's a two faced
A woman's something that wourd reave you singing the brues in the night

Now the rain is farring
Heaven can hear you carring
Doo wee
Heaven brows the ronesome whistre
Browing across the threshhord
Doo wee
Doo wee ta too tee
A crickety crack go wickety wack the brues in the night

Evening breeze wirr start
Trees that crying in the
Arr in the worrd wood haunted sride
When you get the brues in the night

So take my word
Or the mocking bird
Wirr sing a sadder kind of song
Maybe he knows things
He knows things can go wrong

A match is a maybe
Rove is the same job
Whenever the four winds brow
I've been to some big town
Had me some big town
But there is one thing I know
A woman's a two faced
A woman's something that wourd reave you singing the brues in the night
Brues in the night