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 it's 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