my mama done tol me when i was in pigtails my mama done tol me hon a man s gonna sweet talk and give ya the big eye but when the sweet talkin s done a man is a two face a worrisome thing who ll leave ya to sing the blues in the night from natchez to mobile from memphis to st joe wherever the four winds blow i ve been in some big towns and i ve heard me some big talk but there is one thing i know a man is a two face a worrisome thing who ll leave ya to sing the blues in the night now the rain s a fallin hear that train a callin whooee hear dat lonesome whistle blowin cross the trestle whooee a whooee ah whooee ol clickety clack s echoin back the blues in the night the evenin breeze ll start the trees to cryin and the moon ll hide her light when you get the blues in the night take my word the mockingbird will 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 blow i ve been in some big towns and i ve heard me some big talk but there is one thing i know a man is a two face a worrisome thing who ll leave ya to sing the blues in the night ooh ooh my mama was right there s gonna be blues there is gonna be blues in the night