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My mama done tol me, when I was in knee-pants
My mama done tol me, son a womanll sweet talk
And give ya the big eye, but when the sweet talkins done
A womans a two-face, a worrisome thing wholl leave ya to sing the blues in the night
Now the rains a-fallin, hear the trains a-callin, whooee!
My mama done tol me hear dat lonesome whistle blowin cross the trestle, whooee!
My mama done tol me a-whooee-ah-whooee ol clickety-clacks a-echoin back th blues in the night
The evenin breezell start the trees to cryin and the moonll hide its light when you get the blues in the night
Take my word, the mockingbirdll sing the saddest kind o song, he knows things are wrong, and hes right
From natchez to mobile, from memphis to st. joe, 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 womans a two-face, a worrisome thing wholl leave ya to sing the blues in the night
My mama was right, theres blues in the night.
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