My momma done tolÔÇÖ me
When I was in knee-pants
My momma done tolÔÇÖ me, ÔÇ£Son, What did she tell you?
A woman gonÔÇÖ sweet-talk Yeah!
And give you de glad-eyes, Ah, ahh..
But when that sweet-talk is done: Keep on a- talkinÔÇÖ.
A womanÔÇÖs a two-faced
A worrisome thing
WhoÔÇÖll leave you to sing the blues... The blues...
In the night.ÔÇØ Yes, in the night.
Now the rainÔÇÖs a-fallinÔÇÖ,
Hear the train a-callinÔÇÖ - Oohee...
My momma done tolÔÇÖ me. Oh...
Hey, that lonesome whistleÔÇÖs
BlowinÔÇÖ ÔÇÿcross the trestle. Oohee...
My momma done tolÔÇÖ me. Hey, ahooee - ahooee!
A clickety-clackinÔÇÖ
And echoinÔÇÖ back at the blues...
In the night.
The eveninÔÇÖ breeze - The stars -
The trees a-cryinÔÇÖ and the moon
ÔÇÿll hide its light
When you get the blues
In the night. ItÔÇÖs really tough to get the blues in the night.
Take my word:
The mockingbird
Sings the saddest kind of song;
He knows things are wrong -
And heÔÇÖs right. Yes, heÔÇÖs right to sing the blues in the night.
From Natchez to Mobile;
From Memphis to St. Joe;
Wherever the four winds blow; They blow everywhere!
I been in some big towns, Yeah!
And I done heard me some big talk, Ahh,ahh...
But thereÔÇÖs one thing I know: Keep a-talkinÔÇÖ.
A womanÔÇÖs a-two-faced -
A worrisome thing
WhoÔÇÖll leave you to sing the blues... The blues
In the night. Yes, in the night.
A woman will leave you singinÔÇÖ the blues.
I know she will -
My momma was right:
The blues in the night.
