My mama done told me
when I was in knee pants
My momma done told
me to
Well, a woman will sweet -talk
and give you the glad eye
But when the sweet -talking's done
A woman's a two -faced,
a worrisome thing,
who'll lead you to sing the
blues in the night.
Now the rain's a -fallin',
hear the trains a -callin',
ooh -wee
Hear that lonesome whistle a -blowin' cross the trestle,
ooh -wee
A hooey -de -hooey, a clickety -clack
echoing back the blues in the night.
The evening breezes
start the trees to cry ing
and the moon will hide
his light when you
Forget the blues in
the night
Ain't you heard the mockingbird
We'll 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
I've been in some big town
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 lead you to sing the blues in the night?
From Natchez to Mobile,
From Memphis to St.
Wherever the four winds blow.
Well, 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 lead you to see
The blues in the night
Ooh, ooh, oo h
Ooh, ooh, ooh
My momma was right,
there's blues in the night.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.