Blues In The Night Lyrics

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 t�sing
The blues in the night

Now the rain�s a fallin�,
Hear the train a collin�
Whoo-ee (my mama done tol� me)
Hear dat lonesome whistle
Blowin� cross the trestle,
Whoo-ee (my mama done tol� me)
A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, 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 mockin� bird�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 t�sing the blues in the night
My mama was right, there�s blues in the night