| My mama done tol' me, when I was in knee-pants My
mama done tol' 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's
a-callin, "Whooee!" (My mama done tol'
me) Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the
trestle, "Whooee!" (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 its 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 woman's a two-face, a worrisome
thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the
night
My mama was right, there's blues in the night. |
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