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Blues In the Night
My mama done tol' me, when I was in
knee-pants
My mama done tol' me, " Son a woman'll sweet talk"
And give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin's 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's a-callin, "Whooee!"
(My mama done tol' me)
Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle,
"Whooee!"
(My mama done tol' me)
A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back th' 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
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 ya to sing the blues in the night
My mama was right, there's blues in the night.
