My mama done told me
When I was in knee-pants
My mama done told me
She said son
A woman will sweet-talk ya
She'll give you the big eye
But when that sweet talkin' is 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 a callin', whoo-ee
Hear the lonesome whistle blowin'
'Cross the trestle, whoo-ee
Whoo-ee-a-whoo-ee, ol' clickety-clack
I'm back on the track of the Blues In The Night
The evening breeze will start the trees to cryin'
And the moonlight'll hide its light
When you get the Blues In The Night
Take my word, the mockingbird
He 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 seem to blow
I've been in some big towns
And I've heard me some big talkin'
But there is one thing I know
A woman's a two-face, she's a worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the Blues In The Night
Got a case of the Blues In The Night
Don't know what to do
Blues every night
Blues every night