my mama done told me when i was in knee pants my mama done told me son a woman ll sweet talk and give ya the big eye but when the sweet talkin s done a woman s a two face a worrisome thing who ll leave ya to sing the blues in the night now the rain s a fallin hear the train a callin whooee my mama done told me hear that lonesome whistle blowin cross the trestle whooee my mama done told me a whooee ah whooee ol clickety clack s a echoin back the blues in the night the evenin breeze will start the trees to cryin and the moon ll hide its light when you get the blues in the night and 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 they might blow i been in some big towns and i 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 to sing the blues in the night mmm ooh my mama was right there s blues in the night