My mama done told me
when I was in pigtails
My mama done told me, huh
A man's gonna sweet -talk
and give you that big eye,
but when that sweet -talking's done,
A man is a two -faced,
a worrisome thing,
who'll leave you to sing
the blues in the night.
Now the train is callin',
can't you hear it callin'?
Hoo -ee, my mama done told me.
Hear that lonesome whistle
blowin' cross the trestle.
A -hoo -ee, my mama done told me,
a -hoo -ee, a -hoo -ee,
clickety -clack,
echoing back the blues in the night.
The evening breeze
will start the trees to cryin'
And the moon will hide its light
When you get the blues in
the night
Oh, take my word,
the mockingbird will sing this 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 blow,
I've been some big towns
and heard me some big talk
but there is one thing
I know a man is a two -faced
a worrisome thing
who leave you to sing the
blues in the night
My mama was right,
there's blues in the nights,
there's blues in the nights.