Change of pace, staying in place while we erase, with grace, the problems we face.

My mama done told me,
When I was in knee pants,
My mama done told me, Hon!

A woman's gonna sweet talk
And give ya the big eye;
But when the sweet talkin's 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 (my mama done told me)
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' `cross the trestle,
Whoo-ee (my mama done told me)

A whoo-ee-duh-whoo-ee, ol' clickety clack's
A-echoin' back the blues in the night
The evenin' breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon will hide its light
When you get the blues in the night

Oooh, oooh,
From Natchez to Mobile,
From Memphis to St. Jo,
Wherever the four winds blow,
Well, I been in some big towns,
An' heard me some big talk,
But there is one thing I know

A woman is s a two face,
A worrisome thing
Who'll leave ya t'sing the blues in the night.

My mama done told me,
There's blues in the night.