my mama done tol me when i was in pigtails my mama done tol me a man s gonna sweet talk and give you the big eyes but when the sweet talking 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 s a fallin hear the train a callin whoo ee my mama done tol me hear that lonesome whistle blowin cross the trestle whoo ee my mama done tol me a whooee ah whooee 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 it s light when you get the blues in the night 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 man s a two face a worrisome thing who ll leave you to sing the blues in the night the evenin breeze ll start the trees to cryin and the moon ll hide it s light when you get the blues in the night 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 man s a two face a worrisome thing who ll leave ya to sing the blues in the night yes the lonely lonely blues in the night