Blues in The Night Lyrics

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