done told me
when I was in me pants
My mama done told me, son
What does she tell you?
A wo man will sweet talk
Yeah! And give you the glad eye
Ah!
Ah!
But when that sweet talk is done
Keep on a -talkin'
A woman's a two -faced
A -wearin' something
Who'll leave you to sing the blues
The blues
Till the night
Yes, till the night
Now the rains are fallin'
Hear the train a -callin'
My mama done told me, yeah,
that lonesome whistle
blowin' across the trestle.
My mama done told me,
a -clickin', a -clackin',
a -eckin'
when back at the blues in the night.
The evening breeze will start,
the trees are crying,
and the moon will hide its light
when you get the blues in the night.
It's really tough to get to
the blues in a night
Take my word, the mockingbird'll
sing the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong,
and he's right
Yes, he's right, this love is really,
really bad
From Manchester, Mobile,
from Memphis to St. Joe,
wherever the four winds blow,
they blow everywhere. I've
been in some big towns, yeah,
and I done heard me some big talk, ha, ha,
but there's one thing I know, a woman's a two -faced,
a worrisome thing
who'll leave you to sing the
blues in the night,
wo man will leave you to sing the
I know she will, my
Mama was right to blues in the night