My mama done tol' me
When I was in knee pants
My mama done tol' me
Son

A woman'll sweet talk
And she'll give you the big eye
But when the sweet talk is done
A woman's a two face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues
In the night

Now the rain's a fallin'
Hear the train a callin'
Whoo-ee

Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' across the trestle
Whoo-ee

The whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, a clickety clack
Go echoin' back the blues
In the night

The evenin' breeze will start the trees to cryin'
And the moon will hidе its light
When you get the bluеs
In the night

So take my word, the mocking bird will
Sing the saddest kind of song
He knows when things are wrong

From Natchez to Mobile
From Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds blow

I been to some big towns
And heard me some big talk
But this is one thing I know

A woman's a two face
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues
In the night