My mama done tol' me   When I was a little   My mama done tol' me, son      A woman will sweet talk   And give you the big eye   But when that sweet talk is done      A woman's a two faced   A woman's something that would leave you   Singing the blues in the night      Now the rain is falling   Heaven can hear you calling   Doo wee      Heaven blows the lonesome whistle   Blowing across the threshold   Doo wee      Doo wee ta too tee   A crickety crack go wickety wack   The blues in the night      Evening breeze will start   Trees that crying in the   All in the world wood haunted slide      When you   Get the blues   In the night      So take my word   Or the mocking bird   Will sing a sadder kind of song      Maybe he knows things   He knows things   Can go wrong      A match is a maybe   Love is the same job   Whenever the four winds blow      I've been to some big town   Had me some big town   But there is one thing I know, one thing I know      A woman's a two faced   A woman's something that would leave you   Singing the blues in the night      Blues in the night