Blues In the Night

My mama done told me When I was in pig tails My mama done told me "Honey, a man's gonna sweet talk And give you the big eye But when that sweet talkin'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 is a-fallin' Hear the train a-callin' My mama done told me Hear that lonesome whistle Blowin' 'cross the trestle My mama done told' me Ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back The blues in the night The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' And the moon will hide its light When you get the blues in the night Take my word, the mockingbird'll the sing The saddest kind of song He knows things are wrong and he's right And from Natchez to Mobil 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 that I know A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing The blues in the night From Natchez to Mobil From Memphis to St. Joe Wherever the four winds blow I've been in some big towns And heard a lot of talking But there is one thing that I know A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing The blues in the night Talking about the blues in the night