My mama done tol´ me, When I was in knee pants, My mama done tol´ me, Son! A woman´ll sweet talk And give ya the big eye; But when the sweet talkin´s done, A woman´s 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 dat lonesome whistle Blowin´ cross the trestle, Whoo-ee (my mama done tol´ me) A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol´ clickety clack´s A echoin´ back th´ blues in the night
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 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 woman´s 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