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-falling, hear the train a-callin, "Whooee!"
(My mama done tol' me) Hear that lonesome whistle blowing 'cross the trestle, "Whooee!"
(My mama done tol' me) A-whooee-dah-whooee o' clickety-clack's a-echoing back the blues in the night
The evening breeze will start the trees to crying and the moon will hide its light when you get the blues in the night
And take my word, that mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind of song, he knows things are wrong, and he's so right

From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe, wherever the four winds blow
I've been in some big towns and 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 ya to sing the blues in the night

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