Blues In the Night

My mama done tol' me,

When I was in pig tails,

My mama done tol' me,

Hon, A man is gonna sweet talk

give ya the big eye;

But when the sweet talkin's done,

A man is a two face

A worrisome thing

Who'll leave ya t'sing

The blues in the night

Now the rain's a fallin',

Hear the train a collin'

Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me)

Hear the lonesome whistle

Blowin' cross the trestle,

Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me)

A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol' clickety clack's

An echoin' back th' blues in the night

The evenin' breeze will 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 o' 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,

An' heard me some big talk,

But there is one thing I know

A man is a two face,

A worrisome thing

Who'll leave ya t'sing the blues in the night

My mama was right, there's blues in the night

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