Blues in the Night (My Mama Done Tol' Me)

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 blues… The blues…
In the night. Yes, in the night.
Now the rains a-fallin,
Hear the train a-callin -Oohee…
My momma done tol me. Oh…
Hey, that lonesome whistles
Blowin cross the trestle. Oohee…
My momma done tol me. Hey, 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 night. Its 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 right. Yes, 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 blues… The blues
In the night. Yes, in the night.
A woman will leave you singin the blues.
I know she will —
My momma was right:
The blues in the night.