My mama done told me, when I was in pig tails My mama done told me, Hon, a man's gonna sweet talk And give you the big eye but when the sweet talkin's done A man is a two face, a worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night
Now the rain's are fallin', hear the train are callin', whoo-ee Hear that lonesome whistle, blowin' cross the trestle, whoo-ee A whoo-ee, duh, whoo-ee, old clickety clack's A echoin' back the blues in the night
Then evenin' breeze will start, the trees to cryin' And the moon will hide its light when you get the blues in the night Take my word, the mockin' bird will sing the saddest kind of song He knows things are wrong and he's right, ooh, ooh
From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe Wherever the four winds blow, I've been in some big towns I've 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
Ooh, ooh, my mama was right, my mama was right There's blues in the night