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My mama done told me
When I was in pigtails
My mama done told me, "Son
A man's gonna sweet talk you
And give you the big eye
But when the sweet talking's done
A man is a two-face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night"
Now the rain's a-falling
Hear the train a-calling
Ooh wee
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowing cross the trestle
Ooh wee
Clackety clack's
A-echoing back
The blues in the night
Evening breeze'll start the trees to crying
And the moon, the moon'll hide its light
When you get the blues in the night
Take my word
The 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 to some big towns
And heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A man is a two-face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night
My mama was right
There's blues in the night