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My mama done tol' me, when I was in pigtailsMy mama done tol' me, " Hon, a man's gonna sweet talk"And give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkin's doneA man is a two-face, A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the nightNow the rain's a-fallin', hear the train's 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 a-echoin' backThe blues in the nightThe evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'And the moon'll hide it's lightWhen you get the blues in the nightTake my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind of songHe knows things are wrong, and he's rightFrom Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe, wherever the four winds blowI been in some big towns an' heard me some big talk, but there is one thing I knowA man is a two-face, a worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the nightMy mama was right, there's blues in the night From Letras Mania