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.

~Ella Fitzgerald, Blues in the Night, Mercer/Arlen.