My mama done tol´ me,
When I was in pig tails,
My mama done tol´ me,
Hon, A man is gonna sweet talk
give ya the big eye;
But when the sweet talkin´s done,
A man is 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 collin´
Whoo-ee (my mama done tol´ me)
Hear the lonesome whistle
Blowin´ cross the trestle,
Whoo-ee (my mama done tol´ me)
A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol´ clickety clack´s
An echoin´ back th´ blues in the night
The evenin´ breeze will 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. 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 is 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