My mama done tol' me, when I was in pig tails
My mama done tol' me,
" Child a man'll sweet talk"
And give ya the big eye,
But when the sweet talkin's done
A man is 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's a-callin,
"Whooee!"
(My mama done tol' me)
Hear dat lonesome whistle blowin'
'cross the trestle,
"Whooee!"
(My mama done tol' me)
A-whooee-ah-whooee ol' clickety-clack's a-echoin' back th' 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
Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing
The saddest kind o' 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 been in some big towns an' heard me some big talk, but there is one thing I know
A man is a two-face,
A worrisome thing who'll leave ya to sing
The blues in the night
Writer(s): Johnny Mercer, Harold Arlen
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