| Lyrics: | 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 |
