My mama done told me when I was in knee-pants   My mama done told me, she said Son   A woman will sweet-talk ya, she'll give you the big eye   But when that sweet talkin' is done   A woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing   Who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night      Now the rain's a fallin', hear the train a callin', oooo-ee   Hear the lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, oooo-ee   Oooo-ee-a-oooo-ee, ol' clickety-clack   Comes echoing back the blues in the night      The evening breeze will start the trees to cryin'   And the moonlight will hide its light   When you get the blues in the night      Take my word, the mockingbird   He will sing the saddest kind of song   He knows things are wrong and he's right      From Natchez to Mobile   From Memphis to St. Joe   Wherever the four winds seem to blow   I've been in some big towns and I've heard me some big talkin'   But there is one thing I know   A woman's a two-face   She's a worrisome thing   Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night      Got a case of the blues in the night   Don't know what to do   Blues every night   It's all because of you      Repeat