My mama done tol' me

When I was a little

My mama done told me, son

A woman will sweet talk

And give you the big eye

But when that sweet talk is done

A woman's a two faced

A woman's something that would leave you singing the blues in the night



Now the rain is falling

Heaven can hear you calling

Doo wee

Heaven blows the lonesome whistle

Blowing across the threshhold

Doo wee

Doo wee ta too tee

A crickety crack go wickety wack the blues in the night



Evening breeze will start

Trees that crying in the

All in the world wood haunted slide

When you get the blues in the night



So take my word

Or the mocking bird

Will sing a sadder kind of song

Maybe he knows things

He knows things can go wrong



A match is a maybe

Love is the same job

Whenever the four winds blow

I've been to some big town

Had me some big town

But there is one thing I know

A woman's a two faced

A woman's something that would leave you singing the blues in the night

Blues in the night