Album: other songs

Blues In The Night

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 t´sing
The blues in the night

Now the rain´s a fallin´,
Hear the train a collin´
Whoo-ee (my mama done tol´ me)
Hear dat lonesome whistle
Blowin´ cross the trestle,
Whoo-ee (my mama done tol´ me)
A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, 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 mockin´ bird´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 t´sing the blues in the night
My mama was right, there´s blues in the night