blues in the night (my mama done tol' me)

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!", hear dat lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, "whooee!", 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