My mama done told me
When I was in pig tails
My mama done told me
Hon, a man's gonna sweet talk
And give you the big eye

But when the sweet talking is 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 a-falling
Hear the train a-calling
Whoo-ee (my mama done told me)
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowing cross the trestle
Whoo-ee (my mama done told me)
A whoo-ee, a-whoo-ee, clickety-clack
Echoing back the blues in the night

The evening breeze will start the trees to crying
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 of song
He knows things are wrong and he's right

From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to Saint Joe
Wherever the four winds blow
I've been in some big towns
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 mama was right
There's blues in the night