| Lyrics: | 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'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 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 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 man is 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 |
