Blues in the Night

My mama done told me
When I was in knee pants
My mama done told me, son
A woman will sweet talk
And give you the glad eye
But when the sweet talking's done
A woman's a two face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night

Now the rain's a-fallin'
Hear the train a-callin'
My mama done told me
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' 'cross the trestle
My mama done tol' me
A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol' clickety clack
Echoin' back the blues in the night

The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
And thе moon'll hide its light
When you get thosе blues in the night

Take my word, the mockin' bird will
Sing the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong and he's right

From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to St. Jo
Wherever the four winds blow
I been in some big towns
I heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A woman's a two face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night

My mama done told me
When I was in knee pants
My mama done told me
A woman will sweet talk
And give you the glad eye
But when all the sweet talking's done
A woman's a two face
Who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night

From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to St. Jo
Wherever the four winds blow
I been in some big towns
I heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A woman's a two face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night

I got the blues
I got the blues
I got the blues
In the night

I got the blues
I got the blues
I got the blues
I got the blues
Blues in the night

Oh, blues in the night
Oh, blues in the night
My mama done told me
When I was in knee pants
My mama done told me
When I was in knee pants
A woman'll leave you to sing
Blues in the night