My mama done tol' me, When I was in pigtails My mama done tol' me, " Hon, A man's gonna sweet talk And give ya the big eye, But when the sweet talkin's done A man is a two-face, A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing The blues in the night" From Natchez to Mobile, From Memphis to St. Joe, Wherever the four winds blow I've been in some big towns And I've heard me some big talk, But there is one thing I know A man is a two-face, A worrisome thing Who'll leave ya to sing The blues in the night Now the rain's a-fallin', Hear that train a-callin, "Whooee!" (My mama done tol' me) Hear dat lonesome whistle Blowin' 'cross the trestle, "Whooee!" (My mama done tol' me) A-whooee-ah-whooee Ol' clickety-clack's echoin' back The blues in the night The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' And the moon'll hide her 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 in some big towns And I've heard me some big talk, But there is one thing I know A man is a two-face, A worrisome thing Who'll leave ya to sing The blues in the night Ooh, ooh My Mama was right There's gonna be blues There is gonna be blues In the night