My mama done tol' me
When I was in pigtails,
My mama done tol' me,
"Honey, a man's gonna sweet-talk
And give ya the big eye,
But when the sweet talkin's done,
A man is a two-face,
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave ya to sing
The blues in the night"
From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St.Joe
Wherever the four winds bolw
I been in some big towns an' heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A man is 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
Hear dat lonesome whistie
Blowin' 'cross the trestle, whooee!
A-whooee
OI' clickety-clack's a-echoin'
Back th' blues in the night
The evenin' breezei'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon'll hide it's light
When you get the blues in the night
come on, come on, come on, take my word
The my word, the mocingbird'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 bolw
I been in some big towns, Heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
Man is two-face
A worrisome thing who'll leave to sing
Blues in the night
Oh, Man is two-face
A worrisome thin' who'll leave to sing
The blues in the night