Blues In The Night

My mama done told me
When I was in knee-pants
My mama done told me
Son, a woman'll sweet talk
And give you the big eye
But when that sweet talkin's done
A woman's a two-face
A worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night

Now the rain's a-fallin
Hear the train a-callin
Whoee!
(His mama done told him)
Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, whooee!
(His mama done told him)
A-whooee-ah-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 it's light
When you get the blues in the night

Take my word
The mockingbird'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 woman's 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