My mamma done told me
When I was in pigtails
My mamma done told me
"Hon, a man is a two-face
He´ll give you the big eye

And when the sweet talking´s done
A man is a two-face
A worrisome thing who´ll leave you to sing
The blues in the night"
Now the rain´s fallin´
Hear the trains callin´, "Whooee"
Hear the lonesome whistle
Blowin´ across the trestle, "Whooee"
A-whooee-ah-whooee, clickety-clack
Comes echoing back
The blues in the night
From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds blow
I´ve been in some big towns
And 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
My mamma done told me
When I was in pig tails
My mamma done told me
"Hon, a man is a two-face
He´ll give you the big eye
And when the sweet talking´s done
A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing
Who´ll leave you to sing
The blues in the night"