Blues In The Night

My momma don't told me

When I was in pigtails

My momma don't told me, hon

A man's gonna sweet talk

And he will give you the big eye

But when that sweet talking's done

A man is a two-faced, a worrisome thing

Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night

Now the rain's are fallin'

I hear the trains are callin', hooey

My momma don't told me

Hear that lonesome whistle

A blowing across the trestle, hoo hooey

My momma don't told me, a hooey, a hooey

Old clickety clack is echoing back the blues in the night

The evenin' breeze will start the trees to cryin'

And the moon will hot its light

When you get the blues in the night

Oh, take my word the Mockingbird

Who'll 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 to some big towns

I've heard me some big talk

But there is one thing I know

A man is a two faced, a worrisome thing

Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night

My momma don't told me there's blues in the night