My mama done tol me,

When I was in knee pants,

My mama done tol me,

Son! A womanll sweet talk

And give ya the big eye;

But when the sweet talkins done,

A womans a two face

A worrisome thing

Wholl leave ya tsing

The blues in the night



Now the rains a fallin,

Hear the train a collin

Whoo-ee (my mama done tol me)

Hear dat lonesome whistle

Blowin cross the trestle,

Whoo-ee (my mama done tol me)

A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol clickety clacks

A echoin back th blues in the night



The evenin breezell start the trees to cryin

And the moonll hide its light

When you get the blues in the night



Take my word, the mockin birdll

Sing the saddest kind o song

He knows things are wrong and hes 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 womans a two face,

A worrisome thing

Wholl leave ya tsing the blues in the night

My mama was right, theres blues in the night