Blues in the Night

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 a 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', "Whoo-ee." (My mama done tol' me,) Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, "Whoo-ee." (My mama done tol' me.) A whoo-ee-duh whoo-ee, Ol' clickety clack's a-echoin' back the blues in the night. The evening 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 Saint 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 ya t' sing The blues in the night. Refrain: Coda: Oooo - oooo - oooo, oooo - oooo - oooo, My mama was right, there's blues in the night.