Blues In the Night

My mama done told me

When I was in knee-pants

My mama done told me

Son, a woman'll sweet talk

And give you the big eye

But when that sweet talkin's done

A woman's 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 a-callin

Whoee!

(His mama done told him)

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

(His mama done told him)

A-whooee-ah-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 it's light

When you get the blues in the night

Take my word

The mockingbird'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 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