Lyric Blues In The Night

My mama done tol me, when I was in knee-pants
My mama done tol me, " Son a woman ll sweet talk"
And give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin s done
A woman s 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 its light when you get the blues in the night
Take my word, the mockingbird ll sing the saddest kind o 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 woman s 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.