My momma done tol me
When I was in knee-pants
My momma done tol me, Son,What did she tell you?
A woman gon sweet-talkYeah!
And give you de glad-eyes,Ah, ahh
But when that sweet-talk is done:Keep on a- talkin
A womans a two-faced
A worrisome thing
Wholl leave you to sing the bluesThe blues
In the nightYes, in the night
Now the rains a-fallin,
Hear the train a-callin -Oohee
My momma done tol meOh
Hey, that lonesome whistles
Blowin cross the trestleOohee
My momma done tol meHey, ahooee - ahooee!
A clickety-clackin
And echoin back at the blues
In the night
The evenin breeze - The stars -
The trees a-cryin and the moon
Ll hide it's light
When you get the blues
In the nightIts really tough to get the blues in the night
Take my word:
The mockingbird
Sings the saddest kind of song;
He knows things are wrong -
And he's rightYes, he's right to sing the blues in the night
From Natchez to Mobile;
From Memphis to St Joe;
Wherever the four winds blow;They blow everywhere!
I been in some big towns,Yeah!
And I done heard me some big talk,Ahh,ahh
But there's one thing I know:Keep a-talkin
A womans a-two-faced -
A worrisome thing
Wholl leave you to sing the bluesThe blues
In the nightYes, in the night
A woman will leave you singin the blues
I know she will -
My momma was right:
The blues in the night