My momma done tol' me
When I was in knee-pants
My momma done tol' me, "Son, (What did she tell you?)
A woman gon' sweet-talk (Yeah!)
And give you de glad-eyes, (Ah, ahh...)
But when that sweet-talk is done: (Keep on a-talkin')
A woman's a two-faced
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues... (The blues...)
In the night." (Yes, in the night)
Now the rain's a-fallin'
Hear the train a-callin' - (Oo-ee...)
My momma done tol' me. (Oh...)
Hey, that lonesome whistle's
Blowin' 'cross the trestle. (Oo-ee...)
My momma done tol' me. (Hey, ahoo-ee, ahoo-ee!)
A clickety-clackin'
And echoin' back at the blues...
In the night
The evenin' breeze - The stars -
The trees a-cryin' and the moon
'll hide its light

When you get the blues
In the night. (It's really tough to get the blues in the night)
Take my word:
The mockingbird
Sings the saddest kind of song;
He knows things are wrong -
And he's right. (Yes, he's right to sing the blues in the night)
From Natchez to Mobile;
From Memphis to St. Joe;
Wherever the four winds blow; (They blow everywhere!)
I been in some big towns, (Yeah!)
And I done heard me some big talk, (Ahh, ahh...)
But there's one thing I know: (Keep a-talkin')
A woman's a-two-faced -
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues... (The blues)
In the night. (Yes, in the night)
(A woman will leave you singin' the blues)
I know she will -
My momma was right:
The blues in the night