Blues in the Night

My mama done told me

When I was in kneepants

My mama done told me

Son, a woman'll sweet talk

And give you the big eye

But when the sweet talkin's done

A woman's a two-face

A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing

The blues in the night

Now the rain's a'fallin'

Hear the train a'callin, whooee

My mama done told me

Hear that lonesome whistle

Blowin' 'cross the trestle, whooee

My mama done told me

A-whooee da whooee

Old clickety-clack's echoing back

The blues in the night

The evening breeze will start the trees to cryin'

And the moon will hide its light

When you get the blues in the night

And take my word

That mocking bird'll sing

The saddest kind of song

He knows things are wrong

And he's so right

From Natchez to Mobile

From Memphis to St. Jo

Wherever the four winds, they might blow

I been in some big towns

And I heard me some big talk

But there is one thing I know

A woman's a two-face

A worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing

The blues in the night

My mama was right

There's blues in the night