My mama done told me
When I was in pig tails
My mama done told me


"Honey, a man's gonna sweet talk
And give you the big eye

But when that sweet talkin's done

A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing

Who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night


Now the rain is a-fallin'
Hear the train a-callin'


My mama done told me
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' 'cross the trestle


My mama done told' me
Ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back

The blues in the night

The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'

And the moon will hide it's light
When you get the blues in the night


Take my word, the mockingbird'll the sing
The saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong and he's right


And from Natchez to Mobil
From Memphis to St. Joe

Wherever the four winds blow

I've been in some big towns

And heard me some big talk
But there is one thing that I know


A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night


From Natchez to Mobil
From Memphis to St. Joe

Wherever the four winds blow

I've been in some big towns

And heard a lot of talking
But there is one thing that I know


A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night

Talking about the blues in the night