Blues In The Night

My mama done tol' me

When I was in knee pants

My mama done tol' me

Son, a woman'll sweet talk

And give ya the glad eye

But when the sweet talkin's done

A woman's a two face

A worrisome thing

Who'll leave ya to sing

The blues in the night

Now the rain is fallin'

Hear the train a callin'

Whoo-ee, my mama done tol' me

Hear that lonesome whistle

Blowin' cross the trestle

Whoo-ee, my mama done tol' me

A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee,

Ol' clickety clack

Echoin' back blues in the night

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 mockin' 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 been in some big towns

And heard me some big talk

But there is something I know

A woman's a two face

A worrisome thing

Who'll leave ya to sing

The blues in the night