My mama done tol' me, when I was in pigtails, my mama done tol' me, "Hon,
A man's gonna sweet talk, and 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 to sing the blues in the night."
Now the rain's a-fallin', hear the train a-callin', "Whoo-ee. My mama done tol' me."
Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle,
"Whoo-ee. My mama done tol' me. A whoo-ee-duh whoo-ee,"
Ol' clickety clack's a-echoin' back the blues in the night.
The evening breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon'll hide it's light when you get the blues in the night;
Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind of song,
He knows things are wrong, and he's right.
From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to Saint Joe, wherever the four winds blow;
A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night.
Oooo - oooo - oooo, oooo - oooo - oooo,
My mama was right, there's blues in the night.