My mama done told me When I was in kneepants My mama done told me Son, a woman'll sweet talk And give you the big eye But when the sweet talkin's done A woman's a two-face A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing The blues in the night Now the rain's a'fallin' Hear the train a'callin, whooee My mama done told me Hear that lonesome whistle Blowin' 'cross the trestle, whooee My mama done told me A-whooee da whooee Old clickety-clack's echoing back The blues in the night The evening breeze will start the trees to cryin' And the moon will hide its light When you get the blues in the night And take my word That mocking bird'll sing The saddest kind of song He knows things are wrong And he's so right From Natchez to Mobile From Memphis to St. Jo Wherever the four winds, they might blow I been in some big towns And I heard me some big talk But there is one thing I know A woman's 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 kneepants My mama done told me Son, a woman'll sweet talk And give you the big eye But when the sweet talkin's done A woman's a two-face A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing The blues in the night Now the rain's a'fallin' Hear the train a'callin, whooee My mama done told me Hear that lonesome whistle Blowin' 'cross the trestle, whooee My mama done told me A-whooee da whooee Old clickety-clack's echoing back The blues in the night The evening breeze will start the trees to cryin' And the moon will hide its light When you get the blues in the night And take my word That mocking bird'll sing The saddest kind of song He knows things are wrong And he's so right From Natchez to Mobile From Memphis to St. Jo Wherever the four winds, they might blow I been in some big towns And I heard me some big talk But there is one thing I know A woman's 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
