I was infected
My mama done told me, hi
A woman will sweet talk
and give you the big eye
But when the sweet talking's done
A woman's a two -faced,
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',
Bluey, my mama done told me.
Hear that lonesome whistle blow
in' cross the threshold,
Bluey, my mama done told me.
Ahoy,
Bluey!
Oh, clickety -clack,
a -echoin' back the blues,
The evening breeze will start the trees to cry,
and then the moon will hide its smile
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,
hoo -wee, hoo -wee.
From
Natchez to
Mobile, from
Memphis to
St.
George, wherever the four
winds blow.
I've been to some big towns,
and heard me some big talk.
But there is one thing I know,
a man is a toufé.
The worrisome thing will leave you
to sing the blues in the night
Ooh -wee, ooh -wee
Ooh -wee, ooh -wee
Ooh -wee, ooh -wee
My mama was right
There's blues in the night