My momma done told me, when I was in knee-pants My momma done told me, son Yes, woman's sweet talk can give you the big eye But when the sweet talking is done A woman's a two-faced, a worrisome thing to leave you Singing the blues in the night Now the rain's just falling, yeah, the train's a-calling Woo-wee, my momma done told me Yeah, that lonesome whistle blowing across the trestle Woo-wee, yes, my momma done told me A-woo-wee, da-woo-wee, old clickety-clack He's echoing back the blues in the night The evening breeze will start the trees a-crying And the moonlight is light When you get the blues in the night Boy, take my word The mockingbirds will sing the saddest kind of song Mmm, he knows things are wrong and he's right Ba-doop and ba-ba-ya-dees and oh From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe Wherever the four winds blow Yes, I've been to big towns, oh, it's been some big talk But there's one thing I know A woman's a two-faced, a worrisome thing Who'll leave you singing the blues in the night . . . . . . Yeah, ba-ba-da-da Ba-ba-ya-boozah, mmm From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe Wherever the four winds blow Lucky a boy, I've been to some big towns Yeah, dug them all and heard me some big talk too But there's one thing I know Yes, a woman's a two-faced, a worrisome thing Who'll leave you singing the blues in the night Well, my little lads, my mama, yeah My mama was right, there's a blues every night