Blues In The Night

My mama done told me
When I was in knee pants
My mama done told me, son
A woman will sweet talk
And give you the glad eye
But when the sweet-talking'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-falling
Hear the train a-calling
My mama done told me
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowing cross the trestle
My mama done told me
A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol' clickety clack
Echoing back the blues in the night

The evening breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon'll hide its light
When you get those blues in the night
Take my word, the mocking bird will
Sing the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong and he's right

From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to St. Jo
Wherever the four winds blow
I been in some big towns
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 you to sing
The blues in the night

My mama done told me
When I was in knee pants
My mama done told me
A woman will sweet talk
And give you the glad eye
But when all the sweet-talking's done
A woman's a two face
Who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night

From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to St. Jo
Wherever the four winds blow
I been in some big towns
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

I got the blues
I got the blues
I got the blues
In the night

I got the blues
I got the blues
I got the blues
I got the blues
Blues in the night

Oh, oh, oh blues in the night
Oh, oh, oh blues in the night
My mama done told me
When I was in knee pants
My mama done told me
When I was in knee pants
A woman'll leave you to sing
Blues in the night