My mama done tol´ me, when I was in knee-pants My mama done tol´ me, "Son a woman´ll sweet talk" And give you the big eye, but when the sweet talkin´s done A woman´s a two-face, A worrisome thing who´ll leave you singing the blues in the night
Now the rain´s a-fallin´, hear the train´s a-callin, "Whooee!" (My mama done tol´ me) Hear that lonesome whistle blowin´ ´cross the trestle, "Whooee!" (My mama done tol´ me) A-whooee-ah-whooee ol´ clickety-clack´s a-echoin´ back the 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 Boy, 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 you singing the blues in the night