My mama done told me when I was in pig tails My mama done told me, "Woman 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" Now the rain's a fallin', hear the train's a callin' whooee My mama done told me Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, whooee My mama done told me a whooee a whooee Ol' clickety clack's a echoin' back the blues in the nigh&116 The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' And the moon'll hide its light When you get the blues in the night Take my word, the mocking bird'll 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 blow I've been in some big towns and heard me some big talk But there is one thing I know A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night My mama was right There's blues in the night
My mama done told me when I was in pig tails My mama done told me, "Woman 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" Now the rain's a fallin', hear the train's a callin' whooee My mama done told me Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, whooee My mama done told me a whooee a whooee Ol' clickety clack's a echoin' back the blues in the nigh&116 The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' And the moon'll hide its light When you get the blues in the night Take my word, the mocking bird'll 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 blow I've been in some big towns and heard me some big talk But there is one thing I know A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night My mama was right There's blues in the night
