Blues In The Night

My moma done told me when I was in knee pants
My mama done told me, "Son, A woman will sweet talk
And give you the big eye but when that sweet talk is done
A woman's a two face, a worrisome thing who will leave you to sing
A worrisome thing
Who will leave you to sing
The blues in the night"

Now the rain's a fallin'. Hear the train a callin' Hoowee!
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin across the trestle Hoowee!
A hoowee ta hoowee, clickety clack
It's echoing back the blues in the night.

The evening breeze will start the trees to crying
And the moon will hide it's plight
When you get the blues in the night
So take my word the mocking bird
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...
I've been in some big towns, and I've heard me some big talk
I've been to some big towns
I've heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A woman's a two face
A worrisome thing who will leave you to sing
The blues in the night

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