Letra de Blues In The Night

My mama done told me When I was in pig tails My mama done told me Hon, a man's gonna sweet talk And give you the big eye But when the sweet talking is done A man is a two-face A worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing The blues in the night Now the rain's a-falling Hear the train a-calling Whoo-ee (my mama done told me) Hear that lonesome whistle Blowing cross the trestle Whoo-ee (my mama done told me) A whoo-ee, a-whoo-ee, clickety-clack Echoing back the blues in the night The evening breeze will 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 Saint Joe Wherever the four winds blow I've been in some big towns 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 My mama was right There's blues in the night