Blues In The Night

	My mama done told me when I was in pig tails
	My mama done told me, "Woman
	A man's gonna sweet talk and give you the big eye
	But when the sweet talking's done"
	"A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing
	Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night"
	Now the rain's a fallin', hear the train's a callin' whooee
	My mama done told me
	Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' 'cross the trestle, whooee
	My mama done told me a whooee a whooee
	Ol' clickety clack's a echoin' back the blues in the nigh&116
	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 mocking bird'll sing
	The saddest kind of 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've been in some big towns and heard me some big talk
	But there is one thing I know
	A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing
	Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night
	My mama was right
	There's blues in the night