my mama done told me when i was in pig tails my mama done told me honey a man s gonna sweet talk and give you the big eye but when that sweet talkin 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 is a fallin hear the train a callin my mama done told me hear that lonesome whistle blowin cross the trestle my mama done told me ol clickety clack s a echoin back the blues in the night the evenin breeze ll start the trees to cryin and the moon will hide it s light when you get the blues in the night take my word the mockingbird ll the sing the saddest kind of song he knows things are wrong and he s right and from natchez to mobil from memphis to st joe wherever the four winds blow i ve been in some big towns and heard me some big talk but there is one thing that i know a man is a two face a worrisome thing who ll leave you to sing the blues in the night from natchez to mobil from memphis to st joe wherever the four winds blow i ve been in some big towns and heard a lot of talking but there is one thing that i know a man is a two face a worrisome thing who ll leave you to sing the blues in the night talking about the blues in the night