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 big eye
But when the sweet talkin's done
A woman's two-face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave ya
To sing the blues in the night"
Now the rain's a-fallin'
Hear the train a-callin, whooee!
(my mama done toll' me)
Hear that lonesome whistle blowin'
'Cross the trestle, Whooee!
(my mama done toll' me)
A-whooee-dah-whooee o' clickety-clack's
A-echoin' back the blues in the night
The evenin' breeze will start the trees to cryin'
And the moon will hide its light
When you get the blues in the night
And take my word
That mockingbird 'll sing
The saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong
And he's so right
From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds they might blow
I'v been in some big towns
And I heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A woman's a two-face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave ya
To sing the blues in the night
My mama was right
There's blues in the night
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