My
Mama Done Told Me
My I was in knee pants
My Mama Done Told Me Son
A woman'll sweet talk
And she'll give you the big eye
But when that 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' here
The train a -callin', hoo -ee
My mama done told me
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' cross the trestle, hoo -wee
My mama done told me
A hoo -wee to hoo -wee
Old clickety -clack echoin' back the blues
In the night
The evening breeze will
stop the trees to crying,
and the moon will hide its light,
When you get the blues in
the night.
Take my word, mockingbird will 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've been in some big towns
and I've heard me some big talk,
but there is one thing
I know, a woman's a two -faced,
a worrisome thing
who'll leave you to sing the
blues in the night.
So let me give you a fair warning.
You may feel fine in the morning,
but look out for those
blues in the night.