My mama done tol' me When I was in knee pants My mama done tol' me, Son! A man's gonna sweet talk And give ya the big eye But when the sweet talkin's done A man'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-callin' Whoo-ee Hear that lonesome whistle Blowin' 'cross the trestle Whoo-ee A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol' clickety clack's
A-echoin' back the 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. Jo 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'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
