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My mama done tol' me
When I was a little
My mama done told me, son
A woman will sweet talk
And give you the big eye
But when that sweet talk is done
A woman's a two faced
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night

Now the rain is falling
Hear the train a-callin',
Doo wee
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' `cross the trestle,
Doo wee
Doo wee ta too tee
Ol' clickety clack's a-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

So take my word
Or the mocking bird will sing
The saddest kind of song
Maybe he knows things
He knows things can go wrong

From Natchez to Mobile,
From Memphis to St. Jo,
Whenever the four winds blow
I've been to some big town
And 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 t'sing
The blues in the night.

Blues in the night.

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