Blues in the Night

Ooh-ee-ooh, ooh-ee-ooh
My mama was right
There's blues in the night

My mama done told me
When I was in knee-pants
My mama done told me, "Son
A woman'll sweet talk and give you the big eye
But when the sweet talkin's done
A woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing
That'll leave you to sing the blues in the night"

Now the rain's a-fallin'
Hear the train a-callin'
Ooh-ee
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowing 'cross the trestle
Ooh-ee

A ooh-ee, da ooh-ee
A clickety-clack keeps echoin' back
The blues in the night
The evenin' breeze will start
The trees to cryin' and the moon will hide its light
When you get the blues in the night

Take my word
That mockingbird 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 blow
I've been in some big towns
I've heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing
That will leave you to sing blues in the night

Ooh-ee-ooh, ooh-ee-ooh
My mama was right
There's blues in the night