Blues in the Night - Chicago

My mama done tol' me,

When I was in knee pants,

My mama done tol' me, Son!

A woman’ll sweet talk

And give ya the big eye;

But when the sweet talkin’s done,

A woman’s a two face

A worrisome thing

Who’ll leave ya t’sing

The blues in the night

Now the rain’s a-fallin',

Hear the train a-callin'

Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me)

Hear that lonesome whistle

Blowin' 'cross the trestle,

Whoo-ee (my mama done tol' me)

A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol' clickety clack’s

A-echoin' back the 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 mockin' bird’ll

Sing the saddest kind o' song

He knows things are wrong and he’s right

From Natchez to Mobile,

From Memphis to St. Jo,

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 woman’s a two face,

A worrisome thing

Who’ll leave ya t’sing the blues in the night.

My mama was right,

There’s blues in the night.