Blues in The Night

<br>My mama done tol me, when I was in knee-pants<br><br>My mama done tol me, &quot; son a womanll sweet talk&quot;<br><br>And<br><br>Give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkins done<br><br>A womans a two-face, a worrisome thing wholl<br><br>Leave ya to sing the blues in the night<br><br><br><br>Now the rains a-fallin, hear the trains a-callin,<br><br>&quot;whooee!&quot;<br><br>(my mama done tol me) hear dat lonesome whistle blowin cross the trestle, &quot;whooee!&quot;<br><br>(my<br><br>Mama done tol me) a-whooee-ah-whooee ol clickety-clacks a-echoin back th blues in the night<br><br>The<br><br>Evenin breezell start the trees to cryin and the moonll hide its light when you get the blues in<br><br>The night<br><br>Take my word, the mockingbirdll sing the saddest kind o song, he knows things are wrong,<br><br>And hes right<br><br><br><br>From natchez to mobile, from memphis to st. joe, wherever the four winds blow<br><br>I been<br><br>In some big towns an heard me some big talk, but there is one thing I know<br><br>A womans a two-face, a<br><br>Worrisome thing wholl leave ya to sing the blues in the night<br><br><br><br>My mama was right, theres blues in