My mama done tol' me,
When I was in pigtails
My mama done tol' me, \" Hon,
A man's gonna sweet talk
And 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 to sing
The blues in the night\"

From Natchez to Mobile,
From Memphis to St. Joe,
Wherever the four winds blow
I've been in some big towns
And I've 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 to sing
The blues in the night

Now the rain's a-fallin',
Hear that train a-callin, \"Whooee!\"
(My mama done tol' me)
Hear dat lonesome whistle
Blowin' 'cross the trestle, \"Whooee!\"
(My mama done tol' me)
A-whooee-ah-whooee
Ol' clickety-clack's echoin' back
The blues in the night

The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon'll hide her light
When you get the blues in the night
Take my word, the mockingbird
Will 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 I've 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 to sing
The blues in the night
Ooh, ooh
My Mama was right
There's gonna be blues
There is gonna be blues
In the night