My mamma done told me when I was in pigtails My mamma done told me, Hon 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 rains a-fallin' Hear the train a-callin' My mamma done told me Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' across the trestle My mamma done told me Oh, clickerty clacks are echoing back the blues in the night The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin' And the moon'll hide it's light when you get the blues in the night Take my word The mockingbird'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