My mama done
told me when I was in knee pads
My mama done told me
Son, a woman'll sweet -talk
And give you the big eye
But when the sweet -talking's done
A woman's a two -face
Oh, worrisome thing, who'll leave you to sing the
blues in the night?
Now the rain's a -fallin',
hear the train a -callin'
Hoo -ee, my mama done told me
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' cross the trestle
Hoo -ee, my mama done told me
A -hoo -wee -da -hoo -wee, oh,
clickety -clacks echoing back the blues in the night.
The evening breeze will start
the trees to cryin'
And the moon will hide its light
When you get the blues
in the night
An d take my word, that
Mark and
Bert will sing the saddest kind of song,
he knows things
Things are wrong,
and he's so right
From
Natchez to
Mobile
From
Memphis to
St.
Joe
Wherever the four winds they
might blow
I've been in some big towns
And I heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A woman's a two -face
A worrisome thing who will leave you to sing the
blues in the night?
My mama was right,
there's blues in the night.
No