Hey! I'm back with another Songfic, this time it does have pairings: MangsQuest, maybe a little Special.
I don't own Pokémon.
And yes, this song is from the forties! My mom wasn't even alive then! Heck, my grandma was like, 18! I feel old now! Blues in the night is still an awesome song.
Come to think about it, I hardly listen to anything that was written this year! Except Radioactive. I listen to such weird music.
The DexHolders had heard that they had some new members in Sinnoh, and they were all exited. (Except Silver and Green) What was more exiting was the fact that they were given the chance to meet the three newbies. But, as always, certain people couldn't make it. Green was busy with the gym, and Blue mentioned something about a mall selling out. So instead of ten, only eight were able to make it.
What nobody was happy about was that they had to take a late-night train.
So there they were, in a late night train car. Yellow had fallen asleep with her hat over her face, and her snoring was keeping everybody up.
Crystal decided to lie down on two of the seats, effectively keeping Gold off his seat.
"C'mon, please! Can I sit down?"
"Sit on the ground."
"PLEASE! I promise I'll leave you alone for the rest of the trip!"
Liar, thought the Other DexHolders.
"Liar." Yellow said in her sleep.
"Hey!"
He turned to Crystal.
"You're gonna get a cold if you fall asleep like that. Mind if I join-OW! What was that for?"
He had fallen over after she kicked him in the stomach.
"Stay away, pervert!"
"Jeez, it was a joke! How you going to sleep anyways? Straw hat gal's snoring keeps everyone up!"
"I can manage it."
"Oh yeah? How?"
"My mama done told me, when I was in pig tails, My mama done told me,
'Hon a man's gonna sweet talk, and give you the big eye, 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."
"Heh, old timer. Hold on, are you calling me a two-face?" "Now you know that rain is falling, hear that train calling, whoo-ee. The evening breeze will start the trees to crying, and the moon will dim his light, when you hear the blues in the night.
My mama done told me, hear that lonesome whistle, calling cross the trestle, whoo-ee.
My mama done told me, a whoo-ee duh whoo-ee, clickety clacks, echoing' back the blues in the night.
Mark my word, the mocking bird will sing the saddest kind of song. My mama was right, there's blues in the night."
He knows things are wrong and he's right.
From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe, wherever the four winds blow, I've been to the big towns and I heard me some big talk, but there's one thing I know:
A man is a two face, a worrisome thing, who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night.
By that time, Gold was already asleep on the floor.
Fin-AY! There are so many different versions of this song, but note this is the Rosemary Clooney version. Review or you'll fall asleep on a train and miss your next stop.