Blues In The Night - Original - Anne Shelton

My mama done tol' me

When I was in pigtails

My mama done tol' me, «Hon

A man’s gonna sweet talk

And give you the big eye

But when the sweet-talkin'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 are falling

Hear the train a-calling

Hoo-wee

My mama done tol' me

«Hear that lonesome whistle

Blowing cross the trestle.»

Hoo-wee

My mama done tol' me

A hoo-wee da hoo-wee

Oh clickety clacks

A-echoin' back

The blues in the night

The evening breeze

'll start the trees

To crying

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 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 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

My mama was right

The blues in the night