T-Bone Walker - Midnight Blues lyrics

Well, the clock is strikin' twelve, somebody's got to go Well, the clock is strikin' twelve, somebody's got to go Gee but I'm going to miss ya, baby, this is one thing I'm sure you know When it's twelve o'clock in Memphis it's one o'clock in San Antone When it's twelve o'clock in Memphis it's one o'clock in San Antone When it's midnight in California I'll be so all alone Midnight is an awful hour, why does it come so soon? Midnight is an awful hour, why does it come so soon? It never bring me happiness, it always leave me filled with gloom Don't ever gamble buddy unless you're sure that you can't lose Don't ever gamble buddy unless you're sure that you can't lose You better take my advise unless you want this midnight blues Put it away