My mama done told me when I was in pigtails
My mama done told me, "Hon! A man's gonna sweet talk
And give you the big eye, but when that sweet talking's done
A man is 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' hoo-ee
Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' cross the trestle hoo-ee
A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee
Old clickety clacks are echoin' back the blues in the night

The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon will hide its light
When you get the blues in the night
Take my word, the mockingbird will sing the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong and he's right
Oooh

From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds blow
I've been in some big towns, I heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night

Oooh
My mama was right
My mama was right
There's blues in the night