My mama done tol' me
When I was in knee-pants
My mama done tol' me
"Son, a woman'll sweet talk
And give ya the big eye
But when the sweet talkin's done
A woman's a two-face
A worrisome thing who'll leave ya
To sing the blues in the night"

Now the rain is fallin'
Hear that train a-callin, "Whooee!"
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' 'cross the trestle, "Whooee!"
A-whooee, a-whooee, clickety-clack
Echoin' back the blues in the night

The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon'll hide its light
When you get the blues in the night

Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing
The saddest kind o' 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 been in some big towns
An' heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A woman's a two-face
A worrisome thing who'll leave ya
To sing the blues in the night
My mama now warned me
Them women won't do you right
Mama she done tol' me
About the blues in the night
Go ahead and tell it
Tell you about the blues in the night
Them two-faced women you can't trust
They snatch your bread
And leave you the crust