My mama done told me,
When I was in pigtails
My mama done told me,
Hon! A man's gonna sweet talk
And give you the big eye;
But when the sweet talkings done,
A man is a two face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night

Now the rain's a falling,
Hear the train a calling
Whoo-ee, my mama done told me
Hear dat lonesome whistle
Blowin' cross the trestle,
Whoo-ee, my mama done told me
A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol' clickety clack's
Echoing back the blues in the night

The evening breeze will start the trees to crying
And the moon will hide its light
When you sing the blues in the night

Take my word, the mocking bird
Will sing the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong and he's right

Ummm ummm
Ummm ummm

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

Ummm ummm
Ummm ummm
My mama was right, there's blues in the night
