Blues In The Night

My mama done told me when I was in pig tails

My mama done told me, "Woman

A man's gonna sweet talk and give you the big eye

But when the sweet talking's done”



"A man is 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 told me

Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, whooee

My mama done told me a whooee a whooee

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 mocking bird'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 in some big towns and heard me some big talk

But there is one thing I know



A man is 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