My mama done tol me,
When I was in knee pants,
My mama done tol me,
Son! A womanll sweet talk
And give ya the big eye;
But when the sweet talkins done,
A womans a two face
A worrisome thing
Wholl leave ya tsing
The blues in the night
Now the rains a fallin,
Hear the train a collin
Whoo-ee (my mama done tol me)
Hear dat lonesome whistle
Blowin cross the trestle,
Whoo-ee (my mama done tol me)
A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol clickety clacks
A echoin back th blues in the night
The evenin breezell start the trees to cryin
And the moonll hide its light
When you get the blues in the night
Take my word, the mockin birdll
Sing the saddest kind o song
He knows things are wrong and hes right
From Natchez to Mobile,
From Memphis to St. Joe,
Wherever the four winds blow,
I been in some big towns,
An heard me some big talk,
But there is one thing I know
A womans a two face,
A worrisome thing
Wholl leave ya tsing the blues in the night
My mama was right, theres blues in the night
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