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.