Blues In The Night (My Mama Done Tol' Me)

My mama done told me

When I was in knee pants

My mama done told me, "Son

Yes, a woman will sweet talk

And give you the big eye

But when the sweet talking is done

A woman's a two-face

A worrisome thing

To leave you singing the blues in the night"

Now the rain is falling

Yeah, the train's a-calling

Woo-ee

My mama done told me

Yeah, that lonesome whistle

Blowing 'cross the trestle

Woo-ee

Yes, my mama done told me

A-woo-ee, da-woo-ee

Oh, clickety-clack easy

Going back the blues in the night

The evening breeze

Has started the trees

To crying and the moon

Hiding its light

When you get the blues in the night

Boy, take my word

The mockingbird

Who sings 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

Yes, I've been to big towns

Heard me some big talk

But there's one thing I know

A woman's a two-face

A worrisome thing

Who leave you singing the blues in the night

From Natchez to Mobile

From Memphis to St. Joe

Wherever the four winds blow

Look here boy

I've been to some big towns

Yeah, dug them all

And heard me some big talk too

But there's one thing I know

Yes, a woman's a two-face

A worrisome thing

Who leave you singing the blues in the night

My low lights

My mama, yeah

My mama was right

There's a blues every night