Writers: Mercer/Arlen



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's a-callin, "Whooee!"

(My mama done tol' me) Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle,

"Whooee!"

(My mama done tol' me) A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back

th' blues in the night

The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' and the moon'll hide its light

when you get the blues in the night

Take my word, the mockingbird'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 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.