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-talk Yeah! And give you de glad-eyes, Ah, ahh But when that sweet-talk is done: Keep on a- talkin' A woman's a two-faced A worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing the blues... The blues In the night." Yes, in the night Now the rain's a-fallin' Hear the train a-callin' - Oohee My momma done tol' me. Oh Hey, that lonesome whistle's 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 its light When you get the blues In the night. It's 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 woman's a-two-faced A worrisome thing Who'll 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