My Mama Done 
Told Me When 
I Was In Knee-
Pants, My 
Mama Done 
Told Me, She 
Said Son! 
A Woman Will 
Sweet-Talk 
Ya, She'll 
Give You The 
Big Eye, But 
When That 
Sweet Talkin' 
Is Done A 
Woman's A 
Two-Face, 
A Worrisome 
Thing Who'll 
Leave Ya To 
Sing The Blues 
In The Night. 
Now The Rain's 
A Fallin', 
Hear The Train 
A Callin', 
Whoo-Ee, Hear 
The Lonesome 
Whistle Blowin' '
Cross The 
Trestle, Whoo-
Ee, Whoo-Ee-
A-Whoo-Ee, 
Ol' Clickety-
Clack I'm 
Back On The 
Track Of Blues 
In The Night 
The Evening 
Breeze Will 
Start The 
Trees To Cryin' 
And The Moonlight'll 
Hide Its Light, 
When You Get 
The Blues 
In The Night. 
Take My Word, 
The Mockingbird 
He Will 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 
Seem To Blow, 
I've Been 
In Some Big 
Towns And 
I've Heard 
Me Some Big 
Talkin', But 
There Is One 
Thing I Know, 
A Woman's 
A Two-Face, 
She's A Worrisome 
Thing Who'll 
Leave You 
To Sing The 
Blues In The 
Night. (Got A Case Of The Blues In The Night, Don't Know What To Do Blues Every Night...)