Blues in the Night (Live)

My mama done told me when I was in pig tails
My mama done told me, "Woman
A man's gonna sweet talk and give you the big eye
But when the sweet talking's doneâ€
"A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the nightâ€
Now the rain's a fallin', hear the train's a callin' whooee
My mama done told me
Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, whooee
My mama done told me a whooee a whooee
Ol' clickety clack's a echoin' back the blues in the night
The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon'll hide its light
When you get the blues in the night
Take my word, the mocking bird'll sing
The saddest kind of 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 and heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night
My mama was right
There's blues in the night