My mama done tol´ me,

When I was in pig tails,

My mama done tol´ me,

Hon, A man is gonna sweet talk

give ya the big eye;

But when the sweet talkin´s done,

A man is a two face

A worrisome thing

Who´ll leave ya t´sing

The blues in the night

Now the rain´s a fallin´,

Hear the train a collin´

Whoo-ee (my mama done tol´ me)

Hear the lonesome whistle

Blowin´ cross the trestle,

Whoo-ee (my mama done tol´ me)

A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol´ clickety clack´s

An echoin´ back th´ blues in the night

The evenin´ breeze will start the trees to cryin´

And the moon´ll hide its light

When you get the blues in the night

Take my word, the mockin´ bird´ll

Sing the saddest kind o´ 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 been in some big towns,

An´ heard me some big talk,

But there is one thing I know

A man is a two face,

A worrisome thing

Who´ll leave ya t´sing the blues in the night

My mama was right, there´s blues in the night