Blues in the Night

My mama don' told me,

When I was in pig tails,

My mama don' told me, Hon,

A man's gonna sweet talk

And give you the big eye.

But when the sweet talk is done,

A man is a two face

A worrisome thing

Who'll leave you to sing,

The blues in the night

Now the rains are fallin'

Hear the trains are calling

Whoo-ee, my mama done told me

Hear that lonesome whistle

blowing 'cross the trestle,

Whoo-ee, my mama done told me

A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee,

A clickety clack,

So echoing back

The blues in the night

The evening breeze will 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 mockin bird

Will sing the saddest kind of a 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,

An' heard me some big talk,

But there is one thing I know:

A man is a two face

A worrisome thing

He'll leave you to sing

The blues in the night

My Mama was right

There's a blues in the night