my mama done tol me when i was in knee pants my mama done tol me son a woman ll sweet talk and give you the big eye but when the sweet talkin s done a woman s a two face a worrisome thing who ll leave you singing the blues in the night now the rain s a fallin hear the train s a callin whooee hear that lonesome whistle blowin cross the trestle whooee a whooee ah whooee ol clickety clack s a echoin back the 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 boy take my word the mockingbird 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 you singing the blues in the night my mama was right there s blues in the night