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Writer(s): Mercer/Arlen

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 to sing the blues in the night

Now the rain´s a-fallin´, hear the train´s a-callin, "Whooee!"
(My mama done tol´ me) Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin´ ´cross the trestle, "Whooee!"
(My mama done tol´ me) A-whooee-ah-whooee 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 mockingbird´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 to sing the blues in the night

My mama was right, there´s blues in the night.