My mama done told me, when I was in pig tails
My mama done told me, Hon, a man's gonna sweet talk
And give you the big eye but when the sweet talkin's done
man is a two face, a worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night

Now the rain's are fallin', hear the train are callin', whoo-ee
Hear that lonesome whistle, blowin' cross the trestle, whoo-ee
whoo-ee, duh, whoo-ee, old clickety clack's
echoin' back the blues in the night

Then evenin' breeze will 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 of song
He knows things are wrong and he's right, ooh, ooh

From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds blow, I've been in some big towns
I've heard me some big talk but there is one thing I know
man is a two face, a worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night

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