Blues In The Night

My mama done tol me
When I was in knee-pants
My mama done tol me, Son
A woman'll sweet-talk
And give you the big eye
But when that sweet-talkin's done
A woman's 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 tol me
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' cross the trestle whooee
My mama done tol me
a whooee a whooee
A clickety-clack's a echoin' back at the blues
In the night

The evening breeze will start
the trees to cryin'
and the moon will hide it's light
When you get the blues
in the night

Take my word
The mockingbird will sings 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 been in some big towns
And heard me some big talk
But there's one thing I know
A woman's a-two-face
A worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing the blues
In the night.

A woman will leave you singin' the blues.
My mama was right
The blues in the night