Blues In The Night

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.