My mama done tol' me
When I was in pig tails
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 t'sing
The blues in the night

Now the rain's a-fallin'
Hear the train a-callin'
Whoo-ee
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' 'cross the trestle
Whoo-ee
A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee ol' clickety clack's
A echoin' back the blues in the night

The evening breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon will hide its light
When you get the blues in the night

Take my word, the mockin' bird
Will sing the saddest kind o' song
He knows things are wrong and he's right
Ooh...

From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds blow
I been in some big towns
I 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 t'sing
The blues in the night
Ooh...

My mama was right, my mama was right
There's blues in the night