My mama done told me when I was in knee-pants My mama done told me, she said Son A woman will sweet-talk ya, she'll give you the big eye But when that sweet talkin' is 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 a callin', oooo-ee Hear the lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, oooo-ee
Oooo-ee-a-oooo-ee, ol' clickety-clack Comes echoing back the blues in the night The evening breeze will start the trees to cryin' And the moonlight will hide its light
When you get the blues in the night Take my word, the mockingbird He 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 the four winds seem to blow I've been in some big towns and I've heard me some big talkin'
But there is one thing I know A woman's a two-face She's a worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night
Got a case of the blues in the night Don't know what to do Blues every night It's all because of you [Repeat: x 2]